PRETEND PRINCESS
But no matter how many times Zara was here, it did not feel this way.
With Yuyu, the room did not feel as empty.
She sat across from me, gnawing on a strip of bacon, her lips curling into a taunting smile.
"You don't really think I can make some pancakes that would make you cry?" I asked, feigning offense.
She snorted, reaching for another strip of bacon. "Creed, I've had pancakes at some of the best cafés in the country. Unless you have magic in your hands, I seriously doubt yours will make m