The Millionaire Chef

05 | b e g i n n i n g s

"are you serious?" 

"Yes. I am" Aaron paid the taxi driver and exited with Abigail on his tail. He was set to meet the third real estate broker he contacted via a house searching app which Abigail strongly denied

"Why?" Abigail pulled him by his arm to stop him in his tracks "Since morning we saw at the very least fifteen+ houses or more and you didn't like a single one"

"You think those houses were worth living?" he questioned raising an eyebrow. 

It should be cold in Italy by now but the weather today was the total opposite. Aaron was tired and the sun didn't have mercy on them either. At the moment his life was upside down. Suddenly a week back his PA quit the job and now from handling the meeting to searching for the house, he is on his own of course in an unknown city. 

"Stop trusting the site then. We can find something I can call Peter" she argued. Last night they met few estate agents but they all were trying to steal money from Aaron. 

Abigail was of no help. She left Italy like six years back and now its all new to her. She couldn't figure out a way to help him except roaming around with him

The house hunting didn't go as planned, they saw many houses and bungalows but none matched his taste. He was ready to pay a good price but nothing fitted his eye

"I can ask for help but I don't want to" he pulled his arm from her grasp and entered the commercial premise

"Asking for help wouldn't kill your pride" she yelled hot on her heels behind him. He heard what she said but chose to ignore it. They entered the elevator together "Aaron you're all over the place right now. At least keep calm" she pated the arc of his shoulder and stood beside him as they headed to the broker. 

The site couldn't be trusted was all Abigail thought after going through numerous houses. Aaron didn't like any, was he even intending to buy a house? Abigail thought. Even the lushest and luxurious ones as well weren't liked by Aaron. The broker himself was frustrated by now but the price Aaron is ready to pay was worth all the frustrations. 

All-day long they wandered around the streets of Milan from one house to another to another one yet a single conclusion wasn't found. Abigail learned in a single day just how picky Aaron Silverton is and for the love of the lord, the guy's favourite colour is Pink and White. Like seriously? was all could Abigail say when he asked the broker for pink walls in the house. 

The broker Mr. Monre and Abigail both wanted to bang Aaron's head somewhere they just regretted helping the picky pink and white colour person. Aaron just didn't wine about colours but even the kitchen cabinet, the lamest reason he could give was the direction of the kitchen table was wrong. Does he even believe in fortune-tellers or Shaman or Priest or any Pandit? 

"This is the last house after this I am going to eat. I'm done" Abigail announced her surrender of the day even Mr. Monre sighed in relief 

"Your wife sure is smart" Mr. Monre murmured

Aaron gave Abigail a goofy grin on Mr. Monre's remark an annoyed Abigail wanted to change Mr. Monre's misunderstanding but she was too tired to even reply. 

They have been on house hunting since morning with no food. Whenever she thought they'll have lunch they met a new broker or went looking at a new house. 

She huffed in annoyance and for once let this slide for she was hungry and this was the last house that's what all mattered to her. Mr. Monre opened the door to one of the best houses in the locality and one of the most expensive ones on the list.