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CHAPTER TWO:
I'VE BROUGHT A PEACE OFFERING

CHAPTER TWO:I'VE BROUGHT A PEACE OFFERING

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YOU OBSERVED YOUR reflection in the huge round vanity mirror that resided in the hallway next to the foyer. You checked your pearly whites, fluffed your hair, and pulled down the front of your skin-tight long sleeve.

The first two buttons of your v-cut were left undone, revealing the tops of your breasts. It was just enough to draw attention but not too much that you looked like a slut.

Perfect, you thought before grabbing the saran-wrapped plate of lemon bars off the vanity.

You flounced out the front door with a little extra pep in your step, concealing your devilish intentions behind a sugary smile.

There Sidney was, chatting with her father on the empty street, the trunk still open and brimming with luggage. You sustained your facade as you quickly crossed over, waving a cordial hand as you approached them. "Hi there!"

Both father and daughter fixed their curious gazes onto your unfamiliar face. "Hello," the father—Neil Prescott—greeted back, puzzled.

"Oh, I'm sorry," you let out a soft laugh, feigning naive innocence. "I should've started with an introduction. I'm your new neighbor, Y/n."

"Ah," Neil lifted his chin as if a lightbulb had gone off. "I heard the place across from us finally left the market. It's a pleasure to meet you, Y/n," he kindly shook your hand. "I'm Neil. And this is my daughter, Sidney."

"Sidney," you repeated. "Sweet name."

"Thanks," the brunette flashed a shy smile at the compliment. "You too."

"Well, I'd introduce you both to my parents, but I believe they've gotten lost in the Mervyns here," you expressed, the lies dancing past your lips like sheet music. "I've brought a peace offering instead. They're homemade."

"Oh, wow," Neil awed as you passed him the plate of lemon bars. They looked as if they came straight from a bakery—and they did, in LA. "That was very unnecessary. But thank you."

You shook your head, allowing his gratitude to fly right past your shoulders. "It was no trouble."

There was a temporary silence as you glanced at the car trunk full of bags, then at Sidney. "Going on a road trip?"

"Oh, no," she denied sheepishly. "I'm, uh, actually going to camp."

"Theatre camp." Neil clarified, elated. "My Sid's looking to join the Walk of Fame. She wants to be a star."

"Dad," Sidney cringed at his boastfulness. You giggled at her overly flushed cheeks. "It's just something to do over the summer. Five weeks, then I'm home."

"And I'll miss you each and every second while you're away," Neil said, hugging an arm around his daughter. Sidney looked embarrassed the whole time as you watched the interaction with inquisitive eyes.

You couldn't wait to witness their merry little family fall apart at the hands of Roman. It was like watching a horror drama in real-time.

The sudden low-pitch rumble of a truck's engine caught everyone's attention. You spun around just as a black Dodge Ram rolled to a stop behind Neil's Mercedes-Benz. Locking eyes with the person behind the wheel, you saw subtle interest contort his features as he acknowledged your presence.

"Billy!" Sidney exclaimed happily, running up to the vehicle as the boy shut the engine off before stepping out.

His dark brown hair fell over his eyes as he bent down to capture Sidney's lips in a brief kiss. You quirked an intrigued brow while observing the two. They were certainly an attractive couple.

In Orange County, you'd gotten so used to seeing beautiful girls date boys who were so clearly beneath them. It was always satisfying to see a couple in the same league, let alone in the same ballpark.

"Who's that?" You asked, standing beside Neil as the man finally shut the trunk of his car.

"Billy Loomis," he revealed with an amused smile. "My daughter's boyfriend as I'm sure you can tell."

When Sidney came back over, hand in hand with her boyfriend, she couldn't fight the giddy grin tugging on her lips. Billy, on the other hand, seemed much more mellow compared to her. Looks like the honeymoon stage is almost over, you discerned.

"Billy, um, this is Y/n," Sidney gestured to you before pointing to the house on her left. "She just moved in right over there. She's new to town, right?"

"That's right," you gave a confirmative nod. Then your gaze panned to Billy, who was silently taking in your appearance. You refrained from smiling as his dark, brooding eyes flickered to your chest. Thankfully, it went unnoticed by the father-daughter duo. "Hi."

"Hey," he replied after a beat.

Okay, so not much of a talker—though you could get past that for a pretty face.

"Okay, well, we have a movie to catch," Sidney announced, an awkward energy overcoming her. "Dad, I'll be back in time for you to take me to the airport. And Y/n, it was great meeting you."

You beamed at her, blatantly ignoring the brown eyes burrowing holes into you. "Back at you."

Sidney waved at you and Neil before climbing inside her boyfriend's truck. The engine roared as Billy kickstarted it, making the immediate question he asked Sidney inaudible. You only saw his lips move.

You almost sighed when they drove off, assuming today's fun was over. "I guess I should be getting back," you told Neil.

"Oh, nonsense. You should come in!" He requested, rather enthusiastically. "You've yet to meet my wife. She's gonna love these."

You gave a heartfelt—fake—laugh as he pulled back the saran wrap and seized one of the lemon bars. Powdered sugar coated his lips as he took a healthy bite.

"Holy cow! These are excellent." He voiced, savoring the delectable combination of sweet and tart.

"It's my mother's recipe," you clasped your hands behind your back, following the man up the redbrick pathway. "We call her Chef Midas. Everything she bakes turns out golden."

"Like King Midas?" He asked, fascinated.

"Mhm."

"Well, I hope she doesn't mind sharing. My wife, Maureen, could use a little assistance when it comes to the oven." Neil half-joked while stepping onto the porch of his large home.

"Oh, not at all. She loves to share." You watched as he opened the door, gesturing for you—the lady—to enter first. You couldn't help the faint smirk that plastered itself across your face. Everything was falling into place, just as you anticipated.

Roman was going to be thrilled.

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