Maid Returns

How did I met Vanilla Buttermilk?

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I was second year of college when I'm really alone after I broke-up with Hero after our 4 years of relationship. Yes, I was with my classmates from major or subjects, there were a lot of students inside Amaranth University, but I chose to focus on myself and never bother talking to others if it's not necessary.

I was like that until one class changed everything...

"These are not appetizing! Can you eat this!? How I can let you pass with the dishes that you terribly cooked!?"

that's our instructor/chef asking Vanilla in front of us. I felt embarrassed for her, she was about to cry, so I approached our instructor and he looked at me

"yes Miss Neapolitan?"

Parfait: Sir, Vanilla can cook good food. However, the time was short, she was panicking and instead that she can can place love on cooking, it's fear that's mixing on her food. We felt her Sir before but we overcome it and if I can help her, she can adjust and perform good like the rest of us here

chef: well, since you spoke about it Neapolitan, Miss Buttermilk will have a second test

Parfait: thank you Sir

Vanilla didn't say anything, so we bowed in front of our instructor and Vanilla went out from the kitchen laboratory. I decided to follow her and when we reached outside the laboratory, I held her hand but she break free and pushed me--

Vanilla: WHAT!? YOU PLAYED LIKE AN ANGEL HERE EVEN YOU'RE THE DEVIL IN THIS CLASS--

my eyes widened for it's true. Everyone in the culinary arts called me a 'Devil' for the instructors ranked me the highest, while the rest are mediocre. Well, is it my fault that my family taught me well in cooking despite that I usually cook deep-fried crickets before??

Vanilla: AND I'M QUITTING THIS COURSE!

Parfait: you cannot quit, what will your parents from Provence--

Vanilla: I don't care about Provence , besides what's that got to do with me!?

Parfait: WHAT WILL HAPPEN TO YOU IF YOUR FUTURE CHILDREN WILL TELL EVERYONE THAT THEIR MOTHER IS GOOD AT THIS, BUT A TERRIBLE COOK?

Vanilla and I are from Provence. Both of us were born there, lived there, but we never met before this time. Vanilla glared at me, she clenched her fist, she was very angry until she started crying.

Vanilla: TEACH ME NEAPOLITAN!!! PRETTY PLEASE!!!

Vanilla looked at me and I find puppy eyes cute. So we started walking and we went out from the school. I didn't care about running away from the After Care work.

After 5 minutes of walking, we reached my apartment building and we took the stairs. When I opened the door and turn of the light--

click!

Vanilla: WOW!!! THIS PLACE IS AWESOME!!!

she went around the apartment, checked my kitchen, my furnitures and even my food

Vanilla: the walls are pink, there are french macarons, everything is pastel except for the kitchen of course and--

"YA!!"

Vanilla looked at me and she became frozen for I saw that she's trembling. I faked cough to change my voice into a gentler tone...

Parfait: please sit on the couch, eat some sweets and feel at home-- Excuse me first