Fated By Stars (Fated Hearts, #1 & 2)

Chapter17

Tears stream down my cheeks uncontrollably, and there is a burning sensation in my nose as I sniff. The knife is razor-sharp and cuts instantly with one strike but I was never good with knives. Good? I am horrible. Not to mention how messy it gets.

"I can't do this," I say as I turn to face Adriana.

She casts a glance at me before turning her gaze to the chopping board, which is littered with unevenly and messily cut onion pieces.

She laughs and moves closer to the counter as I take a step back and walk to the washbasin, turning the water on. I first wash my hands, then fill my hands with water and splatter it on my face. I had been feeling hot and small drops of sweat had started to form on my forehead due to the steam coming from the foods that were being cooked on the stove. My body cools down somewhat.

"You were the one who insisted on helping," Adriana says as she tries to make up the mess that I made. I don't have much to do around here other than strolling aimlessly, so, what else would I do? Talking about strolling around, due to walking up and down and inside the perimeter, I don't think I need to do any exercises for my fitness.

"Yes, I didn't think it would be so difficult."

She puts the pieces I had cut aside and takes out a fresh piece of onion and other vegetables, which she cuts gracefully. And fast. How is she doing that? If I tried to cut that fast, I would probably chop off my fingers.

"You said that you lived alone. How did you survive till now?"

I don't like when people say things like that. I heard enough of it from Brielle and my family when I said I was moving to a new place. They think I can't do anything. Yes, I may not be a chef but I can cook to some extent. And I survived fine on my own without any help for almost 3 months.

"I used to take takeout's most of the days but then some days I would collect all the ingredients that I needed and make something watching youtube. Some days it would be nice but some days I almost burn down the whole kitchen," I say I watch her finish chopping, "Either way I survived."

"I figured that one out." She says and my mouth hangs open. No, she didn't just say that. My cooking is not that bad.

She giggles as she takes in my face, "Adriana I'm hurt."

She gives the vegetables to a maid to continue the work and comes towards me.

"Don't worry, I will teach you some recipes although I am certain teaching you how to cook would be one tough job." She joked. However, I am not quite sure if that was a joke.

"You know I am not as bad as you put it out to be," I say.

"We all saw that."

At her words, I hear more giggles from all the maids who are in the kitchen. Everyone had been looking at my cooking skills every time I try to help here. They must think I'm some spoiled child but I am not. I huff and cross my hands across my chest. How could she say that?

"Look, who is angry? You look like an adorable kitten," I glare at her.

"I think I'm going to have to cook something by myself to prove you wrong."

"Then burn down the whole house?"

"Adriana," I scream.

"Come I have something for you that might cheer you up." She changes the topic.

I look at her curiously. What can she have?

Is she finally planning to help me in getting out of here? I follow her to the fridge, where she removes a cake and places it on the counter. I look at the cake, trying to read any words written on it, but there aren't any.