Chapter 22. Apology

I smile unbelievably at the breakfast I have made, of course, with the help of Terry. I really have a lot to learn about this modern life and the ways of the rich. Basically, everything about the rich. First, I have to familiarize myself with this kitchen. The cooker, the ingredients, oh my! I only knew about ginger and garlic, and dhania. This others huh? I might need to have a booklet about their uses. Sigh!

I arrange everything neatly on the try and walk out with a big smile on my face. Don’t ask me why. I am just in a cheerful mood this morning. Why wouldn’t I? I woke up to the sight of Jerol snuggling up to me, and the rays of the bright morning sun were smiling at us. His face didn’t look so dull today. It seemed like the ghost allowed him to sleep last night. I even remember ogling his peaceful complexion for some minutes, and my heart even jumped before I decided to make us breakfast.

I open the door slowly and walk in kicking it shut with my foot as I proceed to