Chapter 33

“What is this?” Damien asked slowly as he looked at the ‘cake’.

I smiled sheepishly, “Cake?”

“Cake?” Damien’s face scrunched up in disgust. “Why did you do make this... Cake?”

“I was bored,” I bit my lip, knowing I was in for an earful. The supposed cake was like some rock. It was totally hard and there was a gaping hole in the middle like a volcano. And the batter was still inside.

“Hanna,” Damien groaned and I gave him an innocent smile. “Why do you even come into the kitchen?”

“I wanted to make cake for you,” I answered easily. He narrowed his eyes at me. He grabbed my hand and pulled me away from the now-burnt microwave oven.

“Hanna!” he exclaimed, “What in the world is wrong with you?! You burnt the oven! You are banned from the kitchen.”