Sixty percent.
That was what Valerie thought. She would have a sixty percent success rate when she started gathering the ingredients of the macarons with the help of Butler Martin.
Who knew that the sixty percent success rate she thought would go down the drain and turn into zero percent?
Thud!
This time, it wasn't the sound of the bowl of meringue falling on the floor, but it was Valerie and Zion. Zion managed to wrap his free arm on Valerie's head so that she wasn't that hurt.
Valerie blinked her round eyes and noticed Zion's face was just inches away from her. Zion gently took off both of his arms from Valerie's head and waist as he used it to lift himself.
But he failed.
It seemed that taking both his and Valerie's weight took a toll on him, that he silently winced in pain. Finally, he ended up using both his palms placed near her head to support his weight.