ELENA'S POV “Elena, Elena, where are you?”, I heard Eloise' panicked screams from the kitchen and chuckled silently, enjoying the fuss, hoping it'll take longer but the inevitable scent of my cookies led her straight into the kitchen before I could enjoy my moment. “There you are”, she sighed in relief, sniffing the scent of the cookies as I neatly arranged them on a tray. “Can I have one?”, she asked, a sheepish tone I found endearing but I wasn't done teasing her just yet. “No, you can't. They're all for me and I didn't make any extras”, I explained, keeping up a straight face and stepping out of the kitchen while stifling a laugh. “Okay, I understand. You definitely need them more than I do”, she quietly conceded, following me closely from behind as I settled on the dining table serving on three plates. “Elena, what are you doing?”, she asked, her voice rising in panic again. Just as I was about to answer, the doorbell rang while she offered to get it. “Hi Dave, come on and ha
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