It's sad to remember again that while my dad made me dishes filled with love, Morgan didn't even let me have a proper meal.
I guess that those beautiful times with the person dearest to me are now indeed gone.
After watching Aiden eat his carrot cake again with a smile on his face, I look up to shift my attention back to my plate, and that's when I notice that Luke is deep in thought, watching me.
???
Another day has arrived, and it's Sunday. I wake up early, and as I open the curtains in my bedroom, I sigh. My heart still feels heavy from what has happened between me and Luke, and I don't know when it will be healed.
My team in LA hasn't given me any new projects, since they know that I'm still taking a break, but I kind of need it now to take my mind off Luke.
Even though it's still too early to take breakfast, I decide to go to the kitchen. Maybe a hot cup of chamomile tea would be nice to relax me before I begin my morning.
When I reach the dining room, the maids are still preparing the table for our breakfast. I step into the kitchen but then halt when I see Luke and Aiden already there.
I peek behind the wall.
"It looks horrible," Aiden mutters at Luke, who looks like he's having trouble with cooking, trying his best to smooth the top of a mixture prepared in a tin.
Next to it, I see another tin, a cooked one, but it's black, and I don't even know what it is.
"What about the chocolate icing?" Aiden protests. "She likes banana cake with chocolate icing. I don't see it."
"Patience, Aiden," Luke speaks through gritted teeth. "Patience."
He takes a deep breath—it seems like he needs it more than Aiden.
I watch the scene with my mouth open.
"You ruined the cake," Aiden snaps again—it's the first time I’ve seen him so irritated. "You're the one who told me that you were going to cook it for her, and I was excited for nothing."
Luke lets out a deep sigh. "You know I can't cook. Besides, practice makes perfect." But then he drops the spoon in defeat. "Shiii—" he stops—he can't curse in front of Aiden.
"It's your fault." Aiden glares at Luke. "Why did you have to make her sad? I know that you've made her sad."
What I see before my very eyes amazes me. I feel like flying to the clouds from watching how Aiden stands up for me.
Luke sighs again, looking at Aiden with a serious expression. "I'm sorry, okay? Come on. I'm trying to make things right here."
"I don't care," Aiden snaps, looking like he's about to cry. "I just want the banana cake."
With that said, he storms out of the kitchen through the other door.
Luke looks frustrated, and when he turns around, that's when our eyes meet.
Uh oh.
How awkward.
Luke curses, leaning his back against the counter, a scoff coming out of his mouth as he knows that I just watched the entire show.
He can't hide the evidence here that he failed his mission of cooking the banana cake.
Why did he have to try, though? Is it because he knows that I miss it? That I miss when my family cooked for me?
My mind forces me to do something, anything, to break this awkward atmosphere. I can't just speed off, because it would mean that I just eavesdropped on their conversation on purpose.
Shit. Why am I here again?
