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Chapter 61: Dahlia Harper

 As much as Sofia and Callum tend to explicitly demonstrate how likely they are to skewer one another's heads on a shish kabob stick, their destructive tendencies tend to meld together in a disastrous harmony.

So whenever it is implied that they are in a vicinity together, I think it is fair when I begin to panic.

Sofia called me earlier, demanding my presence at some restaurant whose name I barely caught considering the fact I was half asleep.

However, the moment I heard my manic brother's voice on the line, I caught the notion that whatever those two were planning was about to go horribly wrong.

I like to think of myself as a peacemaker in this group, confrontation and conflict makes me nauseous and I have developed an incredible talent for watering down the nefarious ideas born from these high strung sociopaths.

Callum and Sofia are an unlikely duo that bring forward mayhem with the simple flick of their fingers. They both souse the creative edge within one another that normally an individual would not be adorned too.

What happens when you pair two lunatics together? Possibly a building burns down.

So that is where I step in, keeping my best friend and brother in check so neither of them face any criminal charges or die at the hands of a war lord.

The brisk night hair provides an unseemly feeling to my already weary eyes, I downed three coffees to properly prepare myself for whatever storm lies ahead.

Apparently their chosen location was a Mexican restaurant, the ombre of warm lights paints the inky sky creating a contrast of livelihood for anyone entering the atmosphere.

Casa de Abuela seems like a wonderful place to go if you wish to commemorate some warm memories to treasure.

So for the life of me, I cannot figure out why on earth those two maniacs chose to come here. I have never seen an interaction between the two where they were not bickering to their heart's content.

The coils of my messy hair bounce against my neck as my eyes scan for the specific vehicle I know that belongs to my brother.

Awkwardly making my way through the crowd, muttering a couple of apologies whenever I accidentally bumped into someone during my trek to end whatever havoc Callum and Sofia intend to augment.

My brows pinch in concentration, I most likely resembled a mad woman with the way I appeared.

Frizzy hair sticking to my skin that was damp with perspiration, beady eyes that most likely resembled the ones of a woman who had not slept in eons. And to alleviate the picture even more, I was dressed in a sage pyjama set that was decorated with the type of mushrooms you would find in a whimsical forest. Only thing on my body to somewhat resemble a person that still contained their sanity was my puffy beige jacket that resembled a cloud.

My lanky legs barely kept their balance as my gaze swept over the crowded areas, most individuals were parked outside the restaurant, enjoying quality time with friends and family. Most likely here to create memories.

A sudden thought pricks at my heart, causing my legs to pause in their adventure.

The weariness of my gaze fades as I find a family of three sitting on the edge of a sidewalk together. Two adoring parents set their focus on a young girl no older than the age of four. Her hair swept up in two pigtails that dance in the wind as she cheerfully enjoys the time with her family.

Carefree expressions written on both of her parents faces, not a single crease between their brows or a vein of anguish protruding.

How long has it been since my parents felt like that? Like they could just enjoy quality time with their children.