APPLE PIE (COMPLETED)

Apple Pie (01)

"Looks like they finally sold the house."

Tiffany turns her head when she hears his voice. "Who did?"

"The Franks." He looks at her and points out the window.

Tiffany wipes her hands on her apron and rushes to his side, peeking through the window to see their next-door neighbor shaking hands with another couple. "It's about time," she says as she takes note of their soon-to-be new neighbors.

The man is not very tall but looks well groomed and his overall appearance suggests that he's made himself quite a nice fortune. His wife is of short stature with long blond hair, pale skin and very slim waist.

They watch until their neighbors walk the unknown couple to their car, smiles all around. Then he returns to his chair to resume reading his newspaper, leaving his wife who's still lurking, gathering information to relay to the other housewives.

The couple outside gets into their car and is about to drive away when the woman suddenly turns her head towards the house next door, eyes meeting Tiffany's through the window, surprising the latter.

Normally, Tiffany would take a step back and retreat from view but what the blond woman does next catches her so off guard that she is unable to move a muscle.

The blonde smirks at her while they lock gaze.

It's not a friendly smile or a grin. It's a solid smirk, complete with one raised eyebrow.

"Don't burn your pie."

Her husband's voice snaps her out of it and she quickly returns to the kitchen to check on her cooking.

As she goes about preparing dinner, her mind can't stop thinking about the woman she just saw.

She's very pretty. Petite. Cute, she thinks to herself. But that smirk. Why did she smirk at me like that? Was she sizing me up? Does she think that she's better than me?

Unconsciously, she starts fixing her hair while briefly checking her reflection on one of the new pie tins she just bought.

But I look presentable, even if I do say so myself.

A small frown appears on her face as the train of thought about the blond woman continues, increasing her curiosity.

By the time she sits down across from her husband to eat, Tiffany has made up her mind to get to know more about that woman as soon as she moves in next door and set her straight because no one can look at Mrs. Tiffany Choi that way and gets away with it.

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"I think I'm going to like living here," she says as she checks her reflection on the small mirror in her powder compact and fixes her make-up.

"Hm? Why is that?" asks the man sitting next to her, driving the car.

"Did you see our soon-to-be neighbor?"

"No. Why?" He glances at her, sees her smirk and knows. "You saw something you liked, didn't you?"

"Maybe," she replies enigmatically.

"Be careful, Taeyeon. This is a suburb. I'm pretty sure most people here are married."

"So? Never stopped you before."

"Touché," he replies with a chuckle. "But do be careful. Let's not get kicked out of here too soon, okay?"

"Yes, husband dearest," she says cutely and laughs when she sees him shuddering.

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REMINDER: I DO NOT OWN THIS STORY. ALL CREDITS GOES TO THE GREAT DONKATSU.