Later, I saw Nolan’s new post. [Others have Prince Charming, but I have Princess Charming. No matter how heavy the rain, I’m not afraid—my Princess Charming will bring me home.]
Kendall, who never liked or commented on my posts, had replied, [Always protect my prince.]
When I refreshed my feed, there was only a horizontal line. I wondered if Kendall had blocked me.
My headache raged, so I took a few cold pills and fell asleep.
Not long after, Kendall pulled back the covers. Her face was dark with displeasure.
“Why didn’t you wait for me? I’m hungry. Get up and make me dinner. And make another bowl of vegetable soup. Nolan got caught in the rain. I’ll take it to him later.”
I woke suddenly, my headache worse and snapped impatiently. “Didn’t Nolan feed you enough?”
Kendall shot to her feet, glaring at me.
“Zayden Cole! Must you keep going on like this? Didn’t I explain already? I was late because of traffic. Do you have to be so angry on our anniversary? I even wanted to surprise you.”
She tossed a small box at me. It hit the corner of my eye, making tears spring from the pain.
Shocked, she rushed over to check my wound.