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even worry about gluten.” He smiled. “Please?”
    She took another deep breath. How can she say no to Frank? “Okay.” She said.
    “That’s great!” He hugged her. “I can’t wait!”
    “Hey, Mister!” Mara said as she walked up the stairs to Emmy’s house where Emmy and Frank were talking. “I think your girl is up to something again. I found this in my pie!” She said, taking out a sharp kitchen knife out of the box of apple pie that she was holding.
    “Oh my god.” Emmy said, her heart throbbing fast. “No, no—“
    “You clearly haven’t changed your ways!”
    “Excuse me,” Frank said, “but I did that.” There was something dark and sinister about the way he said those words.
    They both looked at him, dumbfounded.
    “I mean, I didn’t do it on purpose, of course, but I’m afraid I should be guilty.”
    “What do you mean?” Mara said. “Are you planning to kill me?”
    “Of course not.” He said. “I’m just saying that I was so excited for Emmy and I was in charge of the packaging and apparently, I placed that inside the box after I cut some of the pieces of pie. It’s my bad, don’t take it against her.”
    “I can’t believe this.” Mara said.
    “I’m really sorry.” Frank said. “Now, let me have that,” she took the knife from Mara’s hand and forget this ever happened, okay? I’m having a party on Saturday, by the way. See you there?”
    Mara rolled her eyes. “Fine.” She said then walked away.
    “Whew,” Frank said as Mara went back inside her house. “That was weird. To be honest,” he told Emmy, “So, uhm, let’s go?”
    Emmy can only nod her head. She didn’t know what else to say.

CHAPTER 18 ALLERGIES
    It was another swinging party at Frank’s residence. It was definitely swinging because the theme was 1920’s jazz era. Women were in their flapper dresses, and men were wearing the best tuxes. Emmy still could not believe that she was baking desserts for this party.
    It’s easier this time, though. She now felt so at home at Frank’s house that she went there early so she could finish baking early, too. By now, she’s also in a silver flapper dress, her hair in curls, and she was wearing her silver pumps. She felt like an artist.
    The past couple of days have been hazy. She didn’t know what to believe in anymore. But right now, all she wanted was to have a piece of cake—or many pieces of cake. She looked out the dining hall and saw people enjoying the spiced cupcakes, as well as the strawberry and chocolate covered macarons that she made. It made her smile.
    Days ago, her chances of recovering from the strains of the past almost came to a holt when Mara found a knife on her box of pie, which was apparently left there on accident by Frank. Frank also had a black-eye, presumably caused by Daniel, but Emmy was too afraid to confront Daniel or to dig further for the truth. Daniel was right with that, she thought.
    “Hey cupcake,” Frank said as he twirled Emmy around. She thought that he looked dashing in his black tux with a red rose tucked in one of the pockets.
    “Hey,” she grinned. “You look great!”
    “You look divine.” He smiled. “And look,” he said, pertaining to the people in the dining hall. “They all love your pastries!”
    She smiled. “Thank you,” she told him. “I really don’t know how I’ll be able to repay you for everything.”
    He laughed. “I told you not to worry about that.” He said and took her hand. “Come on.” He then led her to the dining hall where the party was in full swing. Some people were dancing to the beats of Charleston music, while others were having a good time drinking wine and eating pastries. And there, in the middle of it all, was a woman with her hair in curls, wearing a shimmering gold number, walking towards Frank and Emmy. She was holding a glass of wine in one hand and a cupcake in the other.
    She threw some wine at Emmy’s dress which left Emmy in shock and the partygoers