Sassy Angel’s Secret Sin

Chapter 61 - The Unexpected Visitor (Anj's POV) “Did the world fall on you, Anj?” Anya asked when | cto the dining room. | sat quietly, forcing a smile as | picked up the cup of coffee and watched Dylan sit on the head seat across from me. This has been our usual seating arrangement since | returned to Aunt Rose's house.

“Mommy, look,” Leyanne said excitedly. “Uncle Dylan made us shaped pancakes,” she propped her elbows on the table and picked up the heart-shaped pancake. “Mine is the moon,” Selene said, wanting to tell her that the pancake’s normal shape is a circle. Dylan pressed his lips, suppressing a smile. How he made her believe it was a moon rather than a circle is impressive to me. Lyra Helene only giggled, so | assumed we were thinking the sthing, but | caught a glimpse of the star-shaped pancake she was eating.

“Uncle Dylan is trying to impress the girls,” Anya chimed in, picking up her cup and sipping her coffee as she glanced at Dylan. “Mommy, Uncle Dylan is asking what your plan for tomorrow is,” Leyanne looked at me, waiting for my answer. | looked at the ceiling, pretending to think when | had laid the plans for tomorrow and the coming days. “Why?” | put my cup down on the saucer, asking her. “Uncle Dylan said he wants to bring us to the amusement park if we're free,” my daughter answered. | glanced at Dylan, waiting for my answer. “Tell Uncle Dylan Sister Grace is expecting us to ctomorrow, and it's Mrs. Antonetta’s eighty-sixth birthday, and she’s hoping to see you, girls.” Dylan groaned, shaking his head as he chuckled when | reminded him of tomorrow's event. He hissed and looked at me. “I forgot,” he mouthed, making Anya raise her eyebrows.

My eyebrows raised when | looked at him. “Why? Why ask my girls when you can ask me?” | twitched my lips, hoping to smile at him, but I felt like the sky had really fallen on me.

“How about dinner? Would you like to go out and have dinner with me?” It was so direct that when he asked me, | could only open my mouth, wanting to glower at him, but he met my eyes, gazing atlovingly and adoringly, not minding whether Anya or the kids were there. Suddenly, | didn‘t know what to answer.

It was silent in the room for a few seconds, but Leyanne broke that silence when she turned her head to Dylan. “Just mommy?” She blinked her eyes twice before turning to look at me. Dylan smiled, tousling her hair as he answered. “Of course, it's dinner with you girls,” he reached for her face and wiped the corner of her mouth. “Girls? Does it include me, Uncle Dylan?” teased Anya, mimicking the girls’ voice and batting her eyelashes at him, but he sneered at her. “What?” She chuckled. “You said girls.” “Yeah, right,” Lyra Helene smiled charmingly at him. “But it'll be fun if we go to the amusement park.” Dylan nodded, getting a good idea from her. “Why don’t we go to the amusement park and then have dinner?” He flickered his eyes at me, looking happy at the idea when my children’s faces lit like twinkling stars in the sky.

“How about on Monday?” “Mommy?” They all calledwith hope as their eyes danced with excitement.

| raised my eyebrows, pursed my lips, and stayed quiet for a while. “As long as Aunt Anya will be with us, it's fine with me.” “Yes!” Anya said excitedly, sticking her tongue out to him. She rose to her feet, placed her plate on the sink, and walked behind him, stopping as she rested her head on his shoulder.” Next time, tellahead of tabout your plans of dating my cousin. Ill probably volunteer to babysit these princesses.” She straightened up and tapped his shoulder before turning her back on him.

I rose to my feet, not bothering to eat breakfast.

“Arent you going to eat?” Dylan asked worriedly, looking at my empty plate. “I'm full,” | said, not looking at him as | faced the bedroom’s direction. “FULL...” | overheard Leyanne spelling it out to her sister. My brain has a different of spelling the word to me. “I'm a fool,” | sighed deeply. “FOOL!” | said to myself, climbing up the bed, curling my body as | covered myself with the blue quilt.

ork The classroom was quiet for almost an hour as my students took their final exam, but as soon as they were done, they could not help smiling and admiring the three girls at the back, looking exactly alike, not just in their faces, hairstyle, but also in clothing and shoes, Along with my students, they also lined up, with their exam papers, with different exam content, of course.

“Can | copy your answer in number one?” Abner, one of my students, joked with Leyanne, and he pressed his lips when she looked at her paper and leaned her head toward him when he bent forward “Icosagon,” she whispered.

“Huh?” He raised his eyebrows, peeking at her answer. “What's that?” “A twenty-sided polygon,” she explained to him and then made one step forward toward me. “You shouldn‘t ask for my answer, Mister. It's cheating.” This time, my students in the line laughed, and Abner, smiling at her, showed his exam paper, “You're right. Ms.

Perry is so smart not to give us the squestion paper,” He shook his head, handinghis paper. “I thought my exam was difficult, but hers?” he clucked his tongue. “Geez! | don’t even know what icosagon is.” Leyanne agreed, nodding her head as she gaveher paper. “Yeah, Mister. Your test is difficult, too. Why does mommy have to give you choices?” She copied him, clucking her tongue but waved her hands to him as he said goodbye to them.

“Gosh, Ms. Perry, your kids are adorable,” Another student said, givingher paper. My daughters sat back on the chair in front and talked to sof my students as they waited until all students submitted their exams.

“I'll just put these papers on Mommy's table, and then we'll go to Sister Grace, okay?” | told them, hoping they forgot about Sky's offer to cook for them.

As we walked toward the faculty room, the girls were chatting about the geographical figures they thought were difficult. It was actually all difficult because | learned them only when | was eight. “Good morning, girls!” Looking like she had a class, Kat greeted them but grabbed my arm before I could open the door. “Just a warning, Anj.

You have a very handsvisitor.” My forehead creased, thinking of Sky coming early and watching my children as they excitedly pushed the door to see their father. But as soon as | stepped inside, like my daughters, | halted and was surprised to see the man | was not hoping to meet today.

“Good morning, Ms. Perry,” Finn rose to his feet, curving his lips with a sweet smile and handinga bouquet of peach roses. As if he was handinga sword instead of beautiful roses, my three daughters stepped back, bumping into me, and the three of them snuggled closer to me. “Finn, what are you doing here?” It was the squestion | had in mind, but before | could say the words, someone standing behindhad already asked him. I didn‘t need to know who it was because as soon as the girls looked back, they ran to him. “Daddy!” they all cried, surprising Finn. “Sky?” Finn asked, looking atand then the girls. “Daddy?”