Ainsley
I look at aunt Ellora as she slips on her fourth pair of shoes. Glancing out the window, I see the door to my favorite cupcake shop and feel my stomach grumble.
I’m about to tell aunt Ellora to hurry up and buy something when I see Trace and another man with red hair walk into the cupcake shop.
Turning back to aunt Lore, I pull at her shirt.
“What’s up, Ainsley?” she asks as she zips up a pair of sparkly boots.
“I’m hungry, aunt Lore. Can I go get some cupcakes while you try on your shoes?” I gesture toward the shop’s entrance, which happens to be mere feet from where we are.
Ellora nods, “Okay, but stay there until I go in and get you, and don’t forget to order me a red velvet. I’ll only be a couple of minutes.”
I nod. This is not the first time I’ve walked to the cupcake
