✴ Scarlett ✴
The smell of freshly baked cookies wafted through Emily’s kitchen as I carefully piped icing onto the last batch. The cookies weren’t for her; they were for me. After my fight with Damien, I came here instead of my parent's place. I hadn't wanted to explain things. Not yet. Emily and Josh had been kind enough to let me in without asking too many questions. Emily was seated on the other side of the counter, and she grabbed one of the cookies I had just finished icing.
“So good,” she murmured as she devoured the cookie. I chuckled as I shook my head. “Josh has this big date planned,” she then said, and I nodded. Emily had told me that Josh was up to something. Her suspicion had been growing all week, and I couldn’t help but share in her anticipation.
“Do you think he is plan
