Chapter 123
The jar looked like an authentic one. She thought, ‘But Uncle James bought up every last drop of the original stuff. And everything on the market now made from the Moore family’s distant relatives. How could Zinnia get an original jár?‘
“Yep. You like it?” Zinnia asked, not quite grasping why Maisie looked so surprised. “I can whip up a fresh jar of cream for you later
“Zinnia,” Maisie said, trying to push down her confusion, “you said you made this cream yourself? So, where did you even get this jar?”
“Yeah, I made it,” Zinnia replied. “This jar? My Master gave it to me. He just found it.”
Zinnia had plenty of these jars. When she was little, her Master noticed she really liked the bottles. So one day, he showed up dragging a whole box, absolutely stuffed with them. He just told Zinnia he’d found them.
In Tareston, they always seemed to stumble upon all sorts of odd things–Master would often bring them back. Zinnia never doubted him. There were still plenty of these strange finds lying around their house in the countryside.
“I see…” Maisie still felt like something was off. But Zinnia wasn’t the type to lie, and Maisie knew that. Maybe the jar feally was something Maisie’s Master had found.
‘Maybe this jar just happens to look like that one,‘ Maisie thought. After all, over the years, plenty of people have tried to counterfeit the Moore family’s mark, hoping to sell more of their own scar creams.‘
Still, Maisie couldn’t shake off that strange feeling. ‘I should go home and dig out my old Moon Scar Cream jar to compare,‘ she thought. ‘Zinnia’s looks just like the real thing!‘
Early the next morning, the doorbell rang. Maisie shuffled to the door, her hair sticking up as she rubbed her eyes and yawned. “Yannis, what brings you here so early? Oh, right. I forgot you have insomnia. Couldn’t sleep again?”
Last night, Zinnia Maisie had been up till all hours talking about everything under the sun, so they’d crashed pretty late.
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“What were you doing last night? You look like a zombie.” Yannis eyed Maisie as she kept yawning.
“Hey, it’s still early. Classes don’t start until eight. And school’s only like ten minutes away,” Maisie said, already used to her cousin Yannis’s sharp tongue. He only bothered being nice when Zinnia was around.
“Maisie, who is it?” The sweet voice drifted over. Both Maisie and Yannis turned to Zinnia. She shuffled out in her slippers, slowly brushing her teeth, a ring of foam still clinging to her lips.
Her hair hung loose around her shoulders, with a few pieces sticking up funny. She had on a pale blue sundress and yawned mid–brush.
“Hey, Zinnia,” Yannis said, smiling at her.
“Yannis? Morning.” Zinnia was still groggy from staying up late, yawning every few seconds. But the sight of Yannis standing at the door–his good looks hitting her like a shot of espresso–snapped her right out of her drowsiness.
Then she realized she had toothpaste foam all over her mouth and slapped her hand over it. ‘Oh no, I look like an idiot in front of this stunning guy,‘ she thought. The embarrassment jolted her completely awake.
“Figured you’d be up by now, so I ordered breakfast for you,” Yannis said,
head to school.”
the takeout bags and flashing a charming smile. “Just eat up before you
“Sure. Yannis, come on in. Just grab a seat,” Zinnia blurted out, then quickly spun around and hurried off.
Yannis kicked off his shoes and padded inside barefoot to drop off the food.
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Chapter 123
The apartment had the same layout as his place upstairs, but it couldn’t have looked more different. His place was minimalist and cold, white thit on radiated cozy warmth, like a storybook princess’s room. Jackson had hired some fancy designer to make it just right.
Being in this space, Yannis felt warm and comfortable, like he was wrapped up in a cozy blanket. He smiled as he glanced around this was the perfect place for someone as sweet and gentle as Zinnia. A cold, minimalist style would never do for her.
After breakfast, Yannis drove both girls to school.
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