Dear Mr Montgomery✔️

CHAPTER FORTY THREE: I'M WORRIED ABOUT YOU.

KATHERINE'S POV.

"I didn't think one could make it like this?" Francis looked at me incredulously and I could help but feel a little flattered.

"It's a little usual, I know. But my nana always told me that cooking and baking was about the feeling, so it must be creative."

"My mentor would argue with her on that. He was all about the correct measurements, the correct process and the required taste." Francis said.

Francis is Caspian's private chef. He isn't french or italian but he is a damn good one, very good. Although his name would have suggested such. He's from seattle and the biggest sweetheart in the world except when you handled his kitchen appliances without, according to him, the utmost care.

"He sounds like a piece of work."

"He really is." The look of nostalgia was evident on his face. It was the same for me everytime I was in the kitchen. My nana was the best. My grandparents from my mother side on the other hand.... Well let's say,my mom's apple didn't fall far from her parents' tree. I could understand why my mom was that way. She was raised to believe in status and affluence.

"Katherine." The familiar voice called. I raised my head to see Caspian standing at entrance of the kitchen clad in his black suit as usual. I and Francis had been so engrossed in what we were doing that we didn't notice Caspian.

"Caspian." Gah, I sounded weird. My voice was like a hoarse and it sounded overly excited. I immediately looked down at what I was doing to conceal the color that has risen to my face.

"Good evening, Mr Montgomery." Francis greeted slowly shuffling away from me as Caspian approached us.

"Francis." He replied with a curt acknowledgement. Before his eyes moved to me again. He stood behind me, his frame completely covering mine.

"What ar you making?" His voice was lowered down several octaves. I could feel his breath against my ear.

I cleared my throat before replying. "Just some dessert." And he just hummed in response. His hand came up from his sides to my waist, pulling me into him slowly.

"Was the answer satisfactory?"

"W-What?"

I could feel his lips now at the tip of my ears sending shiver down my spine.

"You asked Bianca about Fredward, did you not?"

Oh no! I felt my body freeze on it's own accord

"U-Um i-i I did." It was better to just come clean, rip the band aid off and lick off the stinging wound. " I was just worried." I wanted to explain myself.

"Why didn't you ask me?" Caspian asked before I could continue.

"What?"

"Why didn't you come to me instead?"

"I didn't think you'll answer me." I waited for him to say something but he didn't. "I'm sorry."

"Don't be. Come to me next time." He turned me around to face him. He lifted my chin up with his index finger. "Always come to me, alright?"

"Alright." I promised, still looking at his eyes and loving the pull that drew me closer.

"Is Fredward going to be okay?" I asked concerned.

"He is." I couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief. I believe Caspian. I always do.

The feeling finally sank into me. I was in love with Caspian. But he will never love me back. I didn't notice the step that I took back from him, until his hands around my waist tightened.
The grey in his eyes darken a little with worry and I could see the question in his eyes. I can't tell him that I am in love with him, that'll break everything.