Behind The Scenes

Chapter 11: A Day of Realization

In the twilight hours of dawn, as the first rays of sunlight peeked through the curtains, I stirred from my slumber and slipped out of bed. With a heart filled with anticipation, I made my way to the kitchen, eager to prepare a lavish breakfast for myself and my beloved Devora, the woman who had given me solace after the devastating breakup with Alex.

As I reached the kitchen, the aroma of freshly brewed coffee filled the air, tantalizing my senses. I moved about with a newfound energy, gathering all the necessary ingredients for a feast fit for a queen. Eggs, bacon, sausage, fruit, and a mountain of homemade blueberry waffles—all these culinary delights would soon grace the table, a testament to my unwavering affection for Devora.

Moments later, I heard the soft padding of feet behind me, and I turned to see her emerge from the bedroom doorway. Her long, raven hair cascaded over her shoulders like a silken waterfall, and her brown eyes glimmered with a mix of amusement and curiosity.

'Morning, Dev,' she greeted me, her voice as melodic as the song of a bird. 'All this looks amazing, but I'm afraid I can only manage a little bit of the fruit. I'm still stuffed from that colossal Italian dinner you whipped up last night.'

I rolled my eyes playfully, a faint tinge of frustration creeping into my voice. Devora, with her petite frame and seemingly bottomless appetite, had always been a mystery to me. How was it possible for someone so small to have such a capacity for food?

'You're going to sit down, Devora, and you're going to eat,' I declared in a tone that brooked no argument. 'We're not going to argue about this like a couple of five-year-olds. And afterward, we're going to have a little chat about certain habits of yours that need immediate attention.'

A faint pout crossed her lips, and she shot me a look that could have melted ice faster than the Sahara sun. However, I remained unyielding, my unwavering gaze challenging her to defiance. Slowly but surely, she took her seat and began to nibble on the fruit, her eyes fixed on me with a mixture of resentment and reluctant obedience.

It had been only a day since Devora had taken me in after the disastrous end of my relationship with Alex. In that short time, I had begun to realize that she had acquired a litany of bad habits that needed to be rectified swiftly. Her haphazard eating habits were just the tip of the iceberg. There was her chronic procrastination, her tendency to leave her clothes strewn across the floor, and her refusal to engage in any form of physical activity.

As Devora continued to eat, I watched her with a combination of amusement and exasperation. Though her behavior grated on my nerves, there was no denying the powerful affection I had for her. It was an unusual feeling, considering that we were both women, but I couldn't help but be drawn to her captivating beauty, her quick wit, and her genuine kindness.

Once Devora had finished her meager breakfast, I cleared the table and led her back to the living room. It was time for our little talk, and I was determined to set her straight once and for all.