C95 Another Sleep Over

Before Kingsley can get out of the way, he gets the brunt of it.

Cake, fudge, frosting, and a whole tiger lily plastered themselves in front of his shirt.

Louisa stands there, between the coffee table and the couch where her phone has now stopped ringing, mouth agape, staring at the mess.

Kingsley's countenance is one of utter shock as he stares at his white shirt