AllFreeNovel
Share Us
Wolfgang smiled sheepishly. “We haven’t had a good homecooked meal in days. The restaurant food here is so greasy—”
“Thank you for the invitation, miss,” Iskandar cut in.
“Wait, you all have been eating out every day? For breakfast, lunch, and dinner?” I asked, and they all just nodded.
“Yes, all restaurants by your place, so it was not a problem,” Gale replied, but he gave Wolfgang a stern look. “And the food was perfectly adequate.”
“Do none of you know how to cook?”
“Iskandar can make some breakfast foods,” Gale answered but then shrugged. “Wolfgang is almost as unless as I am. You remember my last attempt at cooking.”
Yes, the burn marks would most likely like still be on my stove to prove it. “Was that your first time in a kitchen?”
“Of course not.”
I gave him a look, not believing him and causing him to frown.
“Iskandar, tell her I have been in a kitchen. I can see her judging me right now.”
“He has been in the kitchen before, miss,” Wolfgang came to his aid quickly. “In fact, he knows all the ways through it. We sneak back into the palace through—”
“Stop talking!” Gale snapped at him.
“Oh,” I grinned, moving closer to him, my arms crossed. “You were lying to me?”
“No.” He tilted his head. “You asked me if it was my first time in a kitchen, not if it was my first time cooking.”
“You’re using lawyer tricks on me?”
“It is not my fault you do not ask clarifying questions.”
“Fine, let me be clear,” I said, holding up my chin, and he stood proudly, too. “Have you ever cooked a meal before?”
He opened his mouth to say something, but I held up my hand, stopping him.
“Let me be even clearer. Did you ever cook a meal before you tried at my place?” I asked him.
He cracked his jaw to the side. “No.”
“Have you ever even gone grocery shopping?”
“No,” he muttered.
I snorted, trying not to laugh. “You are such a prince.”
“Oh, leave him alone. The only reason you know how to cook even a little bit is that you had such a huge crush on Chef Tremaine.”
“Mom!” I hollered at her.
“A crush?” he said with a goofy grin on his face and stepped forward. “You? Miss nothing-in-this-world-can-move-me and I-will-reject-love had a crush on your chef. You, Odette the Cold-hearted?”
“I was a little kid,” I grumbled, backing up.
“You were sixteen going on seventeen,” my mom once again voiced from behind him.
“Whose side are you on, Mom?” What kind of mother exposes their daughter like this? And to make it worse, Gale looked like he was eating up my embarrassment.
“Sixteen going on seventeen?” he repeated, shaking his head. “Crushes are very serious at that age.”
