Placing the cake on the countertop, Arabella Vanderbilt flexed her fingers and, with the prepared cream and decorations in hand, carefully began to decorate the cake.
There was still plenty of time, an entire afternoon was more than enough for her to do too much.
But not long after, Arabella Vanderbilt's phone began to ring.
Seeing the caller ID, the corners of Arabella's mouth twitched.
She should have blacklisted this number from the beginning.
Staring at the phone for a long time, Arabella still sighed and answered the call.
Even though it was just over the phone, Arabella still curved her lips, her tone polite yet distant.
"Young Master Perkins, hello."
Aaron Perkins's deep and unique voice slowly emanated from the other end:
"Let's have lunch together, I've booked a spot."
Arabella closed her eyes, silently expressing her speechlessness at this man's domineering manner.
"I'm very busy, Young Master Perkins."
"I'll pick you up."
