Chapter 32
- My dad makes the best cookies in the whole world, I am currently having my twenty -something cookie in a row. "Yummy dad, this is divine!" I murmur, savoring the taste.
- His eyes’ reads that of pride "Mercì Mademoiselle." He winks
- "Made-moi-selle? What does that mean? Is that a magic word?" I ask, still biting into the cookies in front of me