The Luna Queen's Rebirth (Ellie and Dominic) novel Chapter 51

Chapter 51

Cherry, Pie.

My father’s favorite dessert.

And there was absolutely no universe in which Vivian knew that on her own.

Not unless someone told her.

Or overheard.

My jaw tightened, thoughts running back to Ellie when she used to scribble everything about me, my family, in a notebook.

“Vivian,” I said slowly, “how did you know about my father’s”

She blinked at me with mock innocence. “Oh, I just… remembered you mentioning it.”

I didn’t. Never have to her.

“Here,” Vivian smiled, rasing it. “I—”

A sharp crash cut her off.

The pie dish hit the floor, exploding across the tiles in a mess of syrup, crust, and broken ceramic. The whole hallway went dead silent, student stopped walking, staring.

Vivian froze. Completely. And I was…not surprised.

My hand moved to my face with a sigh as my mother, standing right in front of her was still smiling coldly, her hand still out stretched.

She tilted her head, lips curving into a cold smile. “Whoops,” she cooed, voice dipped in honey and venom. ” My hand slipped. So sorry.”

Yeah. Bullshit, mommy.

She continued, voice dripping ice. “But really, it’s no shame. We watch our figures in this family. You actually might consider doing the same little, er well, girl… I mean, if you’re even remotely interested in my son. Besides, we can’t possibly know what you put in there, used the right ingredients…or even…” She glanced at Vivian’s hands. “Use proper sanitation. Maybe wash up better before approaching us. Put on some more makeup. Oh, but, not too much. Although, cakey is better then pie.”

Vivian’s face drained of color.

Even I felt the blow. Ouch. She did hold back.

“Mother,” I snapped, but she waved me off with wink like I was in her cruelty.

“Mrs. Hale–I didn’t- I didn’t mean-“Vivian dropped to her knees, scrambling to pick up shards with her bare hands. “I’m so, so sorry-”

My mother clicked her tongue. “Ah, okay, see? A filthy girl, crawling on the floor like a servant. I mean what are you doing? Have some decorum.”

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“Mother,” I started. “That was —

My father held his hand up, silencing me as he took my mother’s hand. “We should be going, son. Come along as soon as you finish up with your little…project.”

You know, I hadn’t expected them to like Vivian: But this?

This seemed a bit… extreme, even for them.

My mother swept past me without waiting for a response, my father after her like a shadow, nose so high he nearly tripped over the mess.

But for a few seconds, I just… stood there.

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