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“How’s the food, Rosie?” asked Queenie.“Um… good! It’s good!” said Rose.“Oh, come on, be truthful! Tell her everything you feel. You are the best cook in our house after all,” laughed Zachary.“Cook? How do you know I cook?” asked Rose, stunned.“You have a bakery. Are you saying you are just the owner and someone else cooks?” asked Zachary.“No, I make everything from scratch. But I don’t cook; I bake. I am a baker. I don’t cook meals,” said Rose seriously.“Oh, is there a difference?” asked Queenie.“Um… you can say that in baking, everything has to be according to weight, measurements, a list of ingredients, precision, but in cooking, even if you miss one ingredient or increase the amount of some ingredients, it won’t matter much. That’s why people cook from their heart; they add ingredients by just eyeballing it. I am not saying cooking does not require following a recipe; you can, but you can substitute one or more things from that list. In baking, you can’t do that. Something
“Okay, let’s do this!” Queenie clapped her hands in happiness and ordered around. Rose looked at everyone, thinking that after her order they might start eating, but no one touched the food. Everyone stared at Rose and Kingsley.“What now?” thought Rose. The servants had helped plate the food. Everything was on the plate; spoons were placed next to it. So, why was no one eating? Everyone’s stare was making her uncomfortable.“Oh! We have another tradition, sweetie. The new couple feed each other their first meal. They are just waiting for you to feed each other. Then only we can start eating,” explained Queenie.“What?” Rose leapt to her feet. Her brows were furrowed in shock. She looked at everyone. They were all smiling at her. “Tradition? That’s a tradition?” shouted Rose.“Yes, dear! Let’s start!” smiled Zachary.“But… but…” stammered Rose.“Mom, if she does not want it, leave it. Why force something so ancient?” asked Kingsley.“This tradition represents that you both will be toge
“Is he trying to just show off to his family that he loves me? What is his plan here? Was this marriage not a front for extortion? Why is he showing that he thinks of me as his wife, his real wife? Well, I am his real wife, at least on paper. But… does his family not know what he did to my family? Did he hide everything from his family? Oh god! My head hurts,” Rose kept thinking while staring down at the floor.Kingsley threw the towel at Yvette, and it landed on her head. “Ow! What?” snapped Yvette. But Kingsley ignored her. he rubbed his palms together and made them a little warmer. He looked at Rose and held her chin between his thumb and his forefinger.“Wh…at… what are you doing?” snapped Rose and swatted his hand away. But Kingsley simply smiled. He again moved his hands and softly started blending the cream on her face. She took a step back as fast as she could. But Kingsley wrapped his hand around her waist and pulled her closer. With his free hand, he touched his cheek and kep
Rose halted in her path. She looked at Priscilla and waited for her answer. But Priscilla just smiled and, without missing a beat, replied, “That’s why my favourite kids call me. So, you can call me that too, only if you want. I am not going to force you about anything.”“O…okay!” said Rose and walked into the bathroom.“What is wrong with you?” Mira snapped at Priscilla. “Weren’t we instructed not to remind her about anything? Why would you use that name? She called you that when she was a kid. What if she remembers everything and then… then…”“First of all! How dare you snap at me? And second, I completely forgot about that. I see her, and I want everything to go back to the way it was. But I know that nothing can be back. Willow is gone. Rose doesn’t remember any of us. But why? Without Henry, we won’t know anything. And that idiot is in a coma. I really want to kick his ass for taking Rose away and running away with her.”“Sorry, Mrs Shepherd! But we need to be careful. I don’t wan
Emerson nodded at her with a sweet smile on his face.“Tell me what is bothering you? You know me. You saw me in that bathroom. I was there when you fainted. I carried you to the hospital. I carried you when you hurt your foot. So, I think we are basically friends now. You can tell me anything,” Emerson tried to comfort her.But Rose just looked at him, chewing the insides of her lips.“Don’t worry! Whatever you share with me will never reach anyone else. I am good at keeping secrets. If not a friend, you can think of me as a confidante. I don’t tell your things to anyone. You don’t tell my things. Can we make this deal at least?” asked Emerson. He extended his pinky finger at her.Rose looked at him, then at his finger and sighed loudly. She wrapped her pinky finger with his and smiled back at him. His heart urgently skipped a beat. He couldn’t tell anyone if that was because she touched him or because she smiled at him.“What I said, I didn’t mean it like that. What I meant was… I kn
Rose clenched her fists and kept staring at Kingsley. She could not believe what he was talking about. He was being considerate, polite and understanding. But was he not the one who hurt her father? What was that about then? Was he not supposed to be a devil? A ruthless killer, a playboy? Then what was the behaviour he was currently displaying?“Is something wrong with him? Is he bipolar? Does he get mood swings? I should find out everything about him. But whom am I going to ask? His family will never tell me if anything is wrong with him. They will definitely try to hide everything. But why is he being so sweet to me? What am I supposed to do with that fact?” pondered Rose.She kept walking with Kingsley. He never tried to touch her or get close to her. He kept his distance and at the same time never left her side. He didn’t even make a move to shake all the dust from his shirt.“His whole family is sweet too. But why? Is all this just an act? But why would a whole family put on an a
The moment Rose heard the signal bell of the bakery, a flicker of hope ran across her face. Did God hear her pleas? Did God send Piers to save her, protect her? And then a scary thought came to her mind. What if Piers came in, and the man standing before him would hurt him too?The man was pushing
“Good morning, Miss Woolridge! Bus today?” asked the kind-hearted bus driver with a sweet smile on his face.“Yeah, all the cars were going for maintenance,” replied Rose and climbed into the bus.“You are the only princess I know who takes the bus and runs her own business,” said the driver.“What
Rose stretched her arms and pulled her blanket closer to her neck. She shifted to her side and, while keeping her eyes closed, yawned loudly. She knew she woke up even before her alarm could go off. She was too excited to go back to sleep. All night, she kept dreaming about Piers.She had finally s
Emerson was driving the car and kept giving the reports about patients lying in his car to the doctor.“Maybe the shock was too much. Okay, I will get everything ready. When will you reach?” asked Ernesta.“Five more minutes!” said Emerson and sped up the car. “You know his blood group, right?”“I







