Chapter 69

“So, tell me—what do you think?” I asked the girls as they all stared down at their plates. “I think we can all agree that you really can’t cook.” Luna spat out the food back onto her plate with a dirty look on her face. “My God, I’m hopeless.” I sighed and slammed my head against the table. “I can’t clean, I can’t cook—what can I do?” Faith collected the girls’ plates from the table and threw away the food before she walked towards me and placed her hand on...