Della’s POV
Once I placed down the phone, I sat in front of my computer, ready to search for more information about how the ships work and how to navigate the sea.
I was scrolling through some articles when Diana went into the house with a transparent box. Inside was a vanilla cake, as I assumed, designed with a few edible pearls and florals. But what’s intriguing was there was a small cut on it.
Diana irritably slammed the box down on the table and scoffed.
I let go of the computer mouse, turned a bit from my chair, and looked up at her with interest. “Where did that come from?”
“Huh!” Diana finally looked at me. She’s like a volcano that’s about to explode.
One… Two… Three…
“That pretentious bitch of an omega gave us that cake!” And there she went, exploding, just as I expected and waited to see.
I remained still, listening to Diana as she narrated things while venting her frustration.