My mood turns three-sixty as I sigh.
How did she find us here? This has to be the wrong time for a concert.
As always, dressed to kill in dark shades and a beach hat to hide her face and beauty from her fans and predators, Linda walks towards our table waving repeatedly even when Dexter averts his gaze. Although he looks away, I can't help but stare at just how stunning she is.
But why is she in a beach outfit?
"Tch!" I hear a small click of the tongue.
I turn with surprise to find Ash mumbling some words to himself. His fist is tightly clenched with the fork in his hand as he stabs his spaghetti.
They don't look very pleased. Still, I can't let them behave like this.
"Be on your best behavior boys, daddy's friend has come to say hi, so mind your manners," I scold them.
With rumple
