"If you can flirt, you can walk."
I sat beside Dylan in the waiting room as the doctor did some more checks on Amelia.
"Did you find out anything?"
I sighed, "Not really, she didn't really know anything except that she changes her hair color every week...but something she said stood out to me."
He rose a brow, "Are you going to tell me or should I take a lucky guess?"
I took out my phone and started scrolling through my Instagram to Hannah's posts, "When I first saw the picture I thought it was a birthday party or something but Amelia said it was Hannah and Mr. Anderson's engagement party."
He slowly nodded, "Okay and where are you going with this?"
"Found it!"
I zoomed in on the picture of the three tiered, beautifully decorated pink cake and showed it to him, "Marcellia baked the cake that was at the party."
His brows shot up, "So, she's the baker. Do you think she's the one stalking you?"