Anabelle’s POV
I guided Merida toward our table in the restaurant, and we joined him at the table. Frederick is sitting there with a coffee in his hand. “I ordered for you. Didn’t think you would be long,” he said. I looked at the table. Two huge chocolate sundaes were sitting there. He pushes them toward us. “There is no one here to impress. Wouldn’t you agree?” He says, but looking at Merida, like he is saying something personal to her.
“Chocolate is my favorite.” She looks at me. “But I eat like a slob and make a mess. Ma won’t let me have it.” She says, pulling it toward her. Frederick smiles as Merida shoves the spoon into her mouth and moans. I haven’t even made a dent in mine when she puts her spoon on the table.
I look at her and can’t help but snicker. She’s an absolute mess
