Chapter 21.2: You stink

"Why?" Ryder pouted. She was suddenly back in the mood, swinging her legs happily for winning the fight. Haha! She had tamed a Midnight today. "Are you displeased with this Prince? I'm very charming."

Midnight didn't say anything but simply smiled at his silly sticky kitten.

"You can't leave this Prince without his Cinderella, okay? You will come tonight, won't you?"

Midnight hummed a soft response. "Mhm."

"Promise?"

"I promise."

"Pinky promise?" Ryder stretched out her pinky.

"Pinky promise." Midnight said and grabbed her pinky finger, but before he could get a good grip on it, Ryder slapped his hand away.

"The right hand. Use your right hand."

"It's the same. It doesn't make any difference."

"It does. The right hand has the mole. The left one doesn't."

"What does that have to do with our pinky promise?"

The cheeks that had remained pale throughout the whole ruckus she had caused, while she was screaming and jumping on Midnight's back, even when talking crap like being Midnight's Prin