Wishing Star

Portia

I'm sitting in the kitchen flipping through an old Italian cookbook, my hand absently petting Cerberus when I hear the sound of the chopper. I look at the clock. It's a little after nine at night.

Lenore, who has been sitting across from me making a shopping list, gets up and puts the espresso pot on the stove.

“He'll want coffee," she says to me.

Alec glances out the window. He's been my shadow today and if it wasn't for Lenore telling him I could walk out to the greenhouse to collect fresh vegetables, I'm pretty sure I'd have been locked up inside all day.

At least I got to see Nathan. He told me that Alec had brought down the entirety of the cake last night.

I wonder if I should go up to my room. Well, his room. Will he really make me kneel to apologize to him? And if so, would he make me do it in front of Lenore? I feel my face burn just thinking about it.

But he does deserve an apology. I do know that. What I said, what I accused him of, it wasn't right especially knowing