Holly Winslow: "..."
'You don't even eat them,' she grumbled internally. But she didn't say it out loud. She figured if she did, Mortimer Quincy would turn green with envy.
"They're all for you."
Hearing this, Preston Quincy scoffed. 'She gave them to someone else, so how can they all be for me?'
He pressed his lips together and said gloomily, "Then go get them back. Every single one."
He was not happy. Not happy at all.
He hadn't even had one of his darling's cupcakes yet.
And she'd given so many to Shane Lester.
Holly Winslow knew Mortimer Quincy didn't actually want to eat them; he was just jealous. She tugged at the corner of his shirt, made a "1" with her finger, and whispered, "I'll give you a kiss after evening study."
"Ten," Mortimer Quincy grudgingly countered.
He looked as if things wouldn't end well if she didn't agree.
Holly Winslow: "..."
