“Pippa!” Knocking was exhausting, and she wasn’t answering for who knew what reason. Maybe she had busied herself with a book, she might have forgotten Lara was coming and gone out, or she was being busy. Who knew. What Lara did know was that she had a cake for her, a lovely one, with berries, pink frosting, and a lot of care and time put into it. She didn’t want to eat it alone.
“Pippa please! I’m not going to ask you anything stupid, I have cake, I’m trying to be nice.. Didn’t we say we’d have tea and talk today?!” She needed a break, both from her twin and from the rest of the world. “Pleaseeee.”













