(for @candymilacane! )
“What kind of stuff do they need to get now?”
Cindy let out a long-winded sigh, as she glanced down at the notepad in her hands. Typical week, it seemed, where the demands of her step-family were always a mile long. What was the source of her headache this week? Candy. Lots of it. Apparently, there was some high-end party going on, and some young, rich man was hosting. Clearly, in their opinion, the best way to this man’s heart was through his stomach.
Or, well, by pumping his blood with sugar, at least.
“...What kinda jellybeans are these?” Oh no. The first candy on the list and already, her doom was spelled out on the page. “Who eats pickle jellybeans willingly!?”








