BOTHERED
A thousandth ring!
I grit my teeth and switch the damn phone off.
How annoying!
I understand it's a shock for a wedding to be called off at the very last minute. I get . It was unexpected! It's inconveniencing, alarming, and unbelievable. But didn't do enough explaining in the emails? What happened to people respecting ' decisions?
We are not expecting for any understanding from anyone. None at all! We get it.
Who cancels their wedding on the morning of the big day, right? That's...
Unbelievable. But it is what it is.
They can call it crazy. Weird. Madness. Whatever name they want to give it. The is, I will abide by whichever name they choose, and I won't try to defend or say anything against it. I have nothing to explain, because who would our predicaments, right? But is it so arduous to just accept and respect fact that we have cancelled the wedding? Come on!
I drag my numb legs to the kitchen. Actually, my body cells and nerves died last. I nothing but cold. The only thing in my heart is just anger. My brain seems to stopped functioning from a few hours ago. My head is pounding. All glory to
Maria! The she-devil! I saunter into the kitchen, and as if this morning hasn't been horrendous, I have to see face-to-face with this bitch of a devil. Can a wedding morning be any worse than this? Bitter sigh!
I thought she despised this kitchen? I presumed her legs didn't like walking in this before? I thought the heat of the oven and the aroma from this room her? I thought the screeching sounds of cooking utensils irritated her to core? I thought she was allergic to the smell of spices before, and that is why never cooked for Andy and Angel? She couldn't stand all that, right? What is doing now with an apron and mittens? And wait, what is that disgusting smell from the oven?
Is she planning to take over my house? To prove that she is as good as I am? Or than me?
I turned this deserted room into a kitchen when I came here. It took me a experience and a full week of cold treatments from Andy to be to use this kitchen. It took all my efforts, strength, and love to remind
Andy and Angel how homemade delicacies tasted. How sweet it is to eat food fresh your own kitchen prepared with love. And now she walks back into their lives, this house just like that and pretends like she was used to this? Like she liked this for them? Do they even know the taste of her cooking?
"What kind of a ghost is roaming in your mind, cousin? Your eyes are about to pop of their sockets?" She utters, a wide devilish smirk plastered on her face.
How ironic! She is the ghost in my mind. She is the one tormenting me, standing before me, yet she doesn't know? Or maybe she is just playing the fool she is enjoying tormenting me like this.
Ignorance is bliss, the best remedy for fights and confrontations such as this, so I to take part in her small cheap games and walk to the coffee machine. I as well wait and see what a good fucking cook is.
I make my coffee in peace. It would have been more peaceful if this bitch wasn't with a chopping board and knife, or clicking her tongue every now and . I don't understand the reasons behind this obviously fake charade she is up. Why all these efforts even when she is failing at hiding her pretense?
I know this rotten snobby bitch very well! She doesn't gable for nothing. For her to this low, the catch is quite mind-blowing. What that is, is what I would give life to uncover. Just what exactly are you playing at, Maria? I hope it's not the of Andy and Angel you are determined to ruin. I will not allow you to destroy .
I take my coffee, and take a sip. I swallow bitterly.
The first and last time my favourite lemon and honey coffee tasted this bitter was Andy and I had a fight a few days since I came here. That time when he to talk to me for a week. The only moment that was so horrible for all my here. The only time I hated seeing his face, because my sight disgusted him.
He was so furious with me, but that hell of a week gave birth to something sweet.
I was given the right and the freedom to use this kitchen. He entrusted his house to , and most importantly, their lives. He made me their chef. We became like a family learning how to be happy with little things such as having meals . It was beautiful! The bond between us bolstered. We became close to other through simple means like sharing coffee together, and talking about and everything in general.
I can't remember how or when I stopped seeing him as my boss, or the cold Adrian
Ashton. I don't recall when I quit feeling like a maid before him, nor can I decipher captivated me in him. I can't explain what exactly made me fall for him. I just myself standing on the shores of the ocean of love, waiting for him to draw far into its deepest depths and drown us both in it. And he did. The impossible possible. The unreal turned real. The magical spark worked its magic our hearts, bodies, and souls, leaving us with nothing but a burning love unquenchable desires for each other.
There were no regrets. No buts. No what-ifs. Nothing dared holding us back from each other in the most simplest but sweetest way possible. Nothing was a , because we both took the initiative to fight for what we both wanted.
I didn't back down or cower in fear or shame when my parents questioned me having an affair with a married man. Even my twin sisters questioned me. As they know a damn about love. An affair, is what it seemed to them all, but little they know that their precious firstborn had fallen in love with that married man, she was willing to fight the whole world for her love.
I stood my ground even when I felt like I was hurting them with my decision. I blinked or bowed my head down every time I faced them, nor did I stammer I told them that I will still marry Andy even if they don't give me their . Eventually, they gave in after witnessing how adamant we both were to our love. It felt like our happy ever after had started. Finally, my sweet
Andy and I were going to get married. I was going to give him and Angel a and happy family they both desire and deserve.
We were just so close. We were standing at the open door to our happy ever after suddenly a wind slum it shut to our faces. Maria! Fucking Maria Rodgers! I my gaze at her, locking hers. Seems like she was about to strike, huh!