Chapter 270: Rey?
"Maybe Zaque isn’t so bad." Lala hums, biting the last bit of her chocolate sandwich.
Coco rolled her eyes at the garden fairy’s comment, a hint of a smile tugging at the corner of her mouth as she made her way to Jacques’ and Renaldo’s house.
Despite the tension in the air back in the house, the moment Zaque placed the bread down in front of her, the fairy stopped cursing everyone out and dove straight for the bread, as if they were simply having a meal together as usual.
After a good second of tearing a piece of bread, Lala’s gaze flicked toward Zaque, her expression shifting to a mix of irritation and slight admiration.
Why? Well, it was because he was the one who made the bread that tasted heavenly in her mouth so even if she was hating his guts just that morning, she couldn’t deny the taste of his bread.
It was hypocritical of Lala, but Coco could only agree, Zaque’s bread does taste something else.
Coco continues to walk down the narrow and almost empty streets of the small village, passing by half wooden and cobblestone buildings and familiar faces.
The sound of birds chirping and children at play filled the air, and the scent of freshly-baked goods wafted from the nearby bakery with the sun casting a golden glow on her figure from behind.
The streets were bathed in the soft glow of the afternoon, the last few rays of daylight casting long shadows across her path.
The air was cool, a light breeze blowing through, ruffling her hair and swaying her clothes.
As she walked, the sounds of the village faded until only her footsteps remained, a steady rhythm that kept time with her thoughts.
After a good while of walking, Coco finally reached the house of her friends.