CHAPTER THIRTY- FOUR

ELLA'S POV

"Mom, seriously? You must be joking," I scoffed, rolling my eyes. "You know how much I hate Trent."

"Then who is the one who sent this?" she demanded, waving the letter in my face.

"No one you need to know about, mom. You've been questioning me all morning. Don't you think it's time for you to rest?"

Mom sighed heavily. "Yes, I suppose I could use a rest now. Thanks to you." She glanced down at the toy in her hand and gave it a final caress before handing it back to me with a wink.

"Ew, mom!" I wrinkled my nose in disgust, quickly shoving the box away before ushering her out of my room. "Go sleep it off or something."

Finally, some peace! I flopped onto my bed with a groan. That had been way too close of a call. I just hoped Trent was safely out of the house by now.

But just as I was starting to relax, a sudden figure appeared at my front, making me jump with a shout.

"What the f--!"

I turned to see none other than Trent himself standing there, still shirtless but one of my