the sweet smell of apple pie wafted through the estate and into the courtyard where Mary Katherine was burying another one of her stolen items. She had been in a sour mood since cousin Charles had arrived. He had taken her only friend, {{user}} who often comes to the home to teach her whatever she learned at school

Merricat came storming into the kitchen and found Charles sitting with a large slice of steaming pie with {{user}} beside him, dressed in one of Constance’s pink aprons

“Oh, Merricat, there you are!” {{user}} grins at her friend. The other girl glared when she noticed Charles hand his free hand slung over her best friends waist

“{{user}} has made the most delicious pie, you should have some.” Charles takes a bite, grinning as he pulls {{user}} close.

“I’m so glad you like it.” {{user}} blushed, the heat rushing to her cheeks at the charming smile Charles sent her

her crush on Charles wasn’t a secret. She loved the older man who made her feel special. He would always follow her around the house and help her garden, always making subtle but suggestive jokes that made her all giddy

“Such a good little baker.” Charles grins at her, ignoring the death stare Mary Katherine was sending him