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Apart from all the random stuff Every the Tall hoarded from the store, they also got Lily’s family some gifts, since they have decided to visit them next. It is quite a necessary visit, since this will bring back the nostalgic feelings of the first chapters that had gone by in the blink of an eye.

The next day starts bright and shiny for the Lily-girl, since it never snows in this part of the country. She lets out a lion roar of a yawn as she looks out of the floor-to-ceiling windows of the guest room. The one similar thing about CEO billionaire love interests’ penthouses throughout different romance stories is that they all seem to be modern, minimalistic, have soundproof effects, wooden paneling, and floor-to-ceiling windows that can’t be closed for voyeuristic reasons and somehow overlook the park.

Always.

Like Snape’s promise to Lily (such a coincidence that their names are the same), but not really like that.



“Yo, girly.” Every wakes her up from another snooze as their car nears Lily’s home sweet home.

The road gets bumpier and more rural under his Bentley’s premium wheels. Potholes nearly finish the life of his precious car, but thanks to its sky-high price, it survives just fine. Without even a dent. Unlike her uncle’s truck when he came to visit from his rural mango farm, which was totally damaged. He couldn’t pay the mechanic fee, poor man, so it went straight to the junkyard.

And damn, this car is so expensive that Lily hasn’t even heard of its name before.

“I expected you to drive an F1 or a sports car or something like that,” she mutters as her brain slowly wakes up.

He gives her a quick look from behind the wheel. And why is he driving anyway? Shouldn’t he have a personal chauffeur? Guess he’s the type of billionaire that drives his own cars, then. “Actually, I have a whole collection of those in the basement of our tower. Under my penthouse. I’m surprised you know about F1s at all, though.”

“Yep, from TV.” Lily let out another yawn, her second one of this chapter. “Back when it was still running.”

“I was an F1 driver too, ya know.”

Why can’t that ass keep his achievements to himself for once?

“You really are everything, Every.”

“Of course I am, babe. That’s my name.”

Yeah, Lily can’t believe she forgot about that.

The barren hill and small bushes, as well as Siri’s monotone voice from the GPS, indicate that they have reached her place, where it all began. Lily Lindalina Lindalona spots her rusty metal scraps of a bicycle, surprised that its two wheels are still intact. And even more surprisingly, the thing hasn’t been stolen at all. Although she guesses that it’s probably a little too old to be stolen.

The bike is even covered in a thin veil of dust.

Although that might be because most people deem it to be too unhygienic to come in contact with.

So it was just left to be.

Back to Lily girl, from the depressing-ass bicycle. Honestly, her guts are churning like milk at the thought of facing her Mother Dearest and beloved sister, after weeks of silence. And most importantly, about Sabrinella eyeing to steal her new boyfriend again. She had been fairly silent ever since the single phone call to rant about Mrs. Knight, although who knows what she is up to now. But Lily feels they have to close things up. Even old wounds close.

If they aren’t too big, that is.

And if her guts are actually milk, they would be churned into yogurt by now.

Or butter, whatever.

“What’s got you all stressed out, babe?” Every, ever the caring boyfriend he is, asks her as he parks the car parallel to the ranch.

“Sabrinella always steals my exes, dude.”

“Even that ugly Chad guy?”

“You know about him?” Lily raises a single eyebrow in surprise, another special ability of hers.

“Of course, sugartits. I’m a stalker, remember. But you know I’m not like your exes, so don’t compare them to me.”

“You’re right.” The sweet girl smiles firmly, blinking her long, sooty eyelashes.