#Chapter460

The infamous cake

Parker

The four of us stood at the bakery section of the store. I picked out a cake, then handed it to the baker. You’re wondering why we didn’t go to the bakery? Since I doubt my grandparents know yet, I didn’t want to ruin the surprise for them.

I had Presley call them along with others to come over to the house. They all agreed because, well, they like their cake. He lied and said we were having a party for the rents.

Once they wrote what I asked them to write, they packaged it in a box and handed it back to me. I...