MARRIED ACCIDENTALLY

CHAPTER 28

Annette's POV

I don't want to assume the heat in my blood pulsing is a result of my imagination of Ryan walking down the aisle today with another woman.

Or probably the fact that I am still upset with Vicente.

As much as I try not to think about any of these, I can't help it. I tried to call Tessa to talk, but she didn't pick up, so I figured she must be busy at work.

I met a chef earlier at the restaurant.

He seems nice, and I am considering starting my cooking classes at the academy.

He approached me first as an admirer, but when I learned he was a chef and owned a catering school, I began bombarding him with questions about the school entry.

He couldn't hide his amazement when I told him I was interested in learning.

As I walk into the house, I stare at the business card, determined to call him later in the day.

I have to tell Vince and then make my findings about the man to know if he is genuine before making payment.

I have some savings I can use to pay for the registration and classes.

Wondering if Vicente knew I had left the house, I stare upstairs towards his office when I see the familiar figure of his mother.

She is standing with a light smile, and I stop dead.

She is wearing an elegant silky fabric, and her hair is packed in a bun. It makes me conscious of my dress.

I am wearing long blue jeans and a tank top. I didn't bother to take a bath before rushing out, nor did I comb my hair.

It makes me wonder what Mark liked about me for approaching me at the restaurant.

“Good morning,” the woman greets politely, making me flustered and guilty.

"Good morning, ma,” I respond immediately, standing in front of her with my head bent.

She disapproves of me.

"Vicente isn't around, so I guess I should talk to you instead,” she utters confidently.

Speechless, I nod.

"Where is your room?” She demands.

I was hoping to avoid Vicente for the rest of the day by going to my former room, but now that she is here and Vicente isn't even in, I guess I should tell her I stay in the same bedroom as Vince.

That will strengthen her doubts about Vince and me.

Surprise flits across her face, but she quickly masks it with another smile.

She urges me to lead the way, and I do.

Opening the door, I let her in before shutting it quickly behind me.

She moves to the couch and sits in, watching my every movement. Before I can sit, she attacks me. “Tell me about yourself.”

My heart jolts in anxiety.

I didn't see this coming, but I should have known someone would ask.

There is absolutely nothing about myself to tell her, but I can't possibly say that to her.

I can't disrespect her because of Vince, so I must be cautious with my answers.

“I…am from here…”

“Where exactly?”

“New Jersey,” I reply, taking a seat opposite her.

Trying to keep my cool and stop her from intimidating me, I lift my head to meet her soft eyes.