Chapter 18

"Uhh...what did--did I hear you right?" I tried looking for the right question. Did he just ask me to do what I think he did? Or is my hearing off? "The tray Lyra. Not the clothes." He deadpanned. "I...I knew that." I defended with arms crossed over my chest. But to be honest anyone would know he was talking about the tray, not the clothes. Where's my head at? "Sure you did." In response I took the tray shielding my face with my hair so that he wouldn't see the look of mortification I was spotting. I took the tray to the kitchen and glanced at my phone that I'd somehow forgotten on the counter. I picked it up only to find missed calls from Kate. I had been so busy taking care of Owen that the wedding totally slipped my mind. I picked up the phone to call her but then it started ringing in my hands. I swiped the screen and placed it next to my ear. "Where have you been?!" She screamed, causing me to move the phone away from my ear before anything got damaged. After I was sure sh