Currently, Everly sat alone at a corner table in the café, surrounded by what could only be described as a dessert apocalypse. Her table groaned under the weight of various cakes—chocolate mousse, strawberry shortcake, tiramisu, cheesecake—alongside an impressive array of drinks: cappuccino, milkshake, iced latte, bubble tea, and what appeared to be a suspicious neon-green concoction.
Other café patrons couldn't stop gawking at the tall, beautiful girl who was single-handedly demolishing enough sugar to put a small bakery out of business.
She was currently on her eighth plate of cake, and the person she was waiting for still hadn't shown up. Everly stabbed her fork into a slice of red velvet with unnecessary aggression, her mind drifting back to three days ago—when two assassins had crashed the Tang manor and turned her dining room into a war zone.
--- 3 Days Ago, Tang Manor ---
