After A Coma, My Twin Sister Returns For Revenge

4pm Sharp.

Zoella POV

I arrived at the Gutierrez gate for the second time, and to my surprise, it swung open on its own. Again. Stepping through the front door, I expected to see Ethan, but instead, I was greeted by a young girl in her late teens. She must have been the one who ordered the pizza. I set the pizza down on the table, grabbed the cash, and was just about to head out without even glancing back at her.

"I think I ruined dinner," she said, catching my attention. I turned to see her, an average-height girl with striking pink hair, looking a bit flustered yet charming. "I wanted to cook for my brothers before they got home, but I think I messed it up," she added, rubbing her temple with a smile that was genuinely warm, a refreshing change from the snobby rich girls I was used to.

"Is this your first time?" I asked, dropping my helmet on the table.

She let out a groan, "Yes, it is! I'm trying to make pasta, but it's just not working out."

I couldn't help but chuckle. "Pasta is one of the easiest things to make!" I replied.

"For you, maybe, but this is my third attempt, and I've ruined it all," she lamented.

"Is that why you decided to order pizza?" I inquired, curious about her cooking struggles.

She removed the apron she had on and tossed it onto the couch. "Zavion isn't a fan of pizza; he prefers something homemade, and all the maids are off right now. Dad decided to give them some time off after his trip." She let out a sigh before adding, "He wants us to figure things out on our own without relying on the maids."

"Do you want me to show you how to make it?" I suggested, and I could instantly see her face light up with excitement.

"Absolutely, how could I refuse?" she replied, then paused for a moment. "Or maybe you could help me cook it?"

I grabbed my helmet from the table, feeling a bit hesitant. "I can't cook for your brothers; I'm just a stranger, and this is our first meeting."

She flashed a smile at me. "What if we became friends? And just so you know, this won't be for free—I'll pay you 200 bucks."

The mention of money caught my attention, and I realized I could really use it, so I figured, why not? It was 200 bucks. For just cooking dinner. Pasta. "Deal! I'm Zoella, by the way."

She handed me the apron with a grin. "I'm Izzy, Mr. Gutierrez's only daughter. Friends?" She extended her hand for a shake.

I grinned and took her hand, saying, "Friends." I followed her into the kitchen, ready to dive into the cooking process. She chatted away about her brother, who had turned down their dad's offer to become the CEO of Gutierrez Company.

"Zavion has always preferred being in the ring; it's not about the money for him, but the thrill of the fight," she explained.

I raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Who actually prefers fighting over a CEO position? By the way, could you pass me the pepper?" I added three generous spoonfuls into the mix. "Do they have a thing for spicy food?" I asked.

"Absolutely, they love it, and so do I," she replied with a smile.

My gaze drifted to the pizza sitting all by itself on the table, almost pleading for attention. "So, what's the plan for that lonely pizza?" I inquired.

"Oh, don't worry about it. I'll be enjoying a midnight snack later, all thanks to you," she said with a wink.

It had been half an hour, and the meal was finally ready. Izzy was clearly enjoying the delicious smell and the presentation of the dish. I turned off the gas stove and carefully transferred the food into the cooler.