Continued, Carnival Fantástico
Dovie. It is my birthday.
Yes. I’m aware. The cook had me run to the market for extra flour to make pie.
It’s weird. Who wants pie on their birthday?
Thanks for ruining the surprise. Just razzing you. The pie was my idea. Cake is disgusting. But pie, especially cherry pie, now that is something altogether delectable.
Cherry pie? I’ve always wanted to try cherries.
I know.
I thought you said once that you didn’t like cherries.
My tastes have changed.
Share it with me?
We aren’t supposed to be seen together. Your nanny is quite clever, she’ll catch us. Plus, I’m often so busy during the day.
She’s my governess, not my nanny. I’m now fifteen. I don’t need a babysitter.
I suggest we meet at night. Midnight to be exact. We can meet on the roof, where no one will find us.
We can make it a double celebration since your birthday is coming soon.
Please. I want to see you. Like really see you.
Well…I can’t say no to pie. Or the birthday boy.