It was like I was a guest to my own party with all the contributions I've put in so far.
Hung some stuff, pushed some furniture… and meanwhile, Amanda was all blood, sweat, and tears here. The planner, the decorator, the mastermind pulling the strings behind the scenes, and even more recently… also the five-star head chef apparently.
She's got cakes and muffins piping hot and ready to serve with still more on the way, and she did it as casually and nonchalantly as frying an egg.
Inhuman doesn't even begin to describe it, the insane number of skills she's honed to complete mastery. Like, so what if I can do magic? This girl's a bloody swiss army knife of talents. There's no contest. I could only just watch, stand there trying not to salivate over the enticing smell - go and place the presents under the tree or something.
It wasn't long until the first batch of invites began to turn up, a sudden knock on a door snapping both our heads towards the entrance.
Why this chapter take so many goddamn rewrites? My incompetence is really showing, ain't it?