Bending Down The Sacred Rules : The Godmother And Her Godson

CHAPTER 1

EIGHTEEN YEARS FLEW by like a blink of an eye, Hazel Greyham now living a life she never expected or supposed she could. A month after she made her vow as a godmother and second parent to her godson Eldrew Slickson, the eldest child and only son of her best friend, Eliza, and her previous first love, Andrew Slickson, Hazel abandoned her old home town in Baja California. She moved to Los Angeles California just as she passed the scholarship examination and got accepted to enroll and study in University of California Los Angeles (UCLA).

Hazel seemed to be very fortunate in her life. Why? Because, just after she finished her course as Bachelor of Secondary Education, her older brother, Eleazar Greyham, who then worked as an architect of one of the most prestige and elite real estate firm in Los Angeles, California, that responsible for developing mega mansions around Beverly Hills, Holmby Hills and Bel-Air, he gifted Hazel a brand new apartment. The luxury apartment that had two bedroom suites, sn open concept space adjoining living room, dining room and the kitchen, made Hazel living like a rockstar university professor. And her generous and benign older brother deemed that his younger sister deserved it more than she knew she would.

The living space was permeated and furnished with a cloud style sitting area, a glass coffee table, a wide flat screen TV installed on the wall adjacent to the sitting area, and modern paintings completed the ambiance also offered a tremendous amount of attraction. The glass dining table in the dining area and and the glass chandelier above it, selfishly were the only attraction, but worth peering at. The cupboards both above and below the kitchen counter were painted ivory white with black metallic handles that perfectly matched the design. The droplights that illuminated the kitchen sent spark and glitter to the granite countertops both island and the counters surrounding the small area.

To complete the fabulous sleek and opulent modern design, the entire flooring was masked and concealed by ceramic marbles. In the bedroom suites, floorings were masked with wooden vinyls in which Hazel herself instructed her older brother her own preferences.

And Hazel's most favorite part of her apartment was of course the kitchen.

Now in this very morning of Friday, just two weeks to go before the new school year began to roll out, Hazel rather spent the remaining days of summer exploring new things that she wanted to learn which were out of her league. Although she graduated as secondary education teacher, majoring in social science, and took master degree afterwards so she could teach college, diverting her likes and habits, Hazel found it interesting and fun and exciting. And one of them that she  adhered and altered was cooking dishes that she had never tried.

The kitchen was swarmed with aromatic spices and some reeks of some other flavored ingredients. Hazel was humming in amusement as she stirred the frying pan that pelted and perfused with vegetables, spices and shrimp anchovies. The whiff of oyster sauce, olive oil and other seasonings gave a combined alluring reek that tickled Hazel's nostril.

Then the doorbell rang.

Precisely, that catched and robbed her attention. “Coming!” Hazel exclaimed, placing the spatula on the counter beside the stove, and lowering the flame at the same time. She stormed through the kitchen, abandoning it, transmuting to the front door. “I wonder who is bothering me this morning?” She marveled quietly.

Unlocking the door and latching on the metal handle, Hazel gently tugged the door open. She flinched slightly inwardly when Amy and her husband Tom, were loitering in the hallway. A box of cake in Amy's grasp drew Hazel's attention primarily, while a tote bag hung on Tom’s forearm subsequently robbed her attention.

Gawking while raising a brow involuntarily at the scene in front of her, Hazel wondered. “What's the meaning of this?”

A sigh of agitation insurgently escaped from Amy's throat. “So you really are busy with your work.” She grumbled and her tone was a little disdainful. “That even your own birthday has been forgotten.”