The first birthday we celebrated together, I tried to make a cake with Luxor.
I accidentally smeared a bit of cream on his face.
He immediately showed a look of disgust and resistance.
"It's so dirty!"
In front of so many people, he left with a straight face, disregarding my face.
Since then, I have never eaten cake again.
They ate the fruit in high spirits and evaluated which fruit was more delicious.
Luxor glanced at me from the corner of his eyes and saw that I was still standing there, looking at them calmly.
Furrowing his brows slightly, Luxor sounded a bit impatient.
"Why are you standing there?"
Hearing this, Sherry turned her head and pouted.
"Stella, are you still angry with me? It's all my fault. I fainted so that you were alone in the fire. I should have been burned to death in the fire."
I found their fussing tiresome and left the room.
At noon, I saw Sherry had updated her social media.
[We're the most in sync.]
The picture showed an open bag of snacks on the piano.
Luxor was a young and talented pianist, and his piano room was off-limits to me, let alone eating snacks in there.
When I first moved in, out of curiosity, I checked every room and accidentally dirtied the floor.