I swirled the icing onto my cake. The speaker from the gate beeped, and I pushed the button. "Who is it?" I asked, putting down my piping bag.
"Your dad." That's odd. Dad wasn't supposed to come back for a month. I hit the white button, and I could hear the gate opening. I untied my pink apron and let it drop to the floor. There was a quick knock at the door, and I quickly ran down the stairs.I typed in the key code. Dad had it installed after someone he turned down on the X-Factor came after me. He was never- thats a bit harsh.. he wasn't always around, and he wanted me to be protected. I pulled open the door and welcomed him in.
"What are you doing here?" I asked, smiling.
"Well I wanted to help plan your birthday party, and.. I need you to host a party tomorrow." Ah.
"Here?" Dad nodded. "How many?"
"260."
"You are lucky you have me as a daughter. I'll put something together. Any musical performers?" He didn't respond. "I'll pull a few strings" I said with sigh, walking up to my room. Simon Cowell may be the most well known X-Factor judge, but sometimes, he wasn't the best father.
