Serena Mclane's P.O.V 

Lying face down on the bed, I can't help but to let out a low agonizing groan.

It took me absolutely ages to get all my various stuff out of the boxes and then arrange them where I deemed fit.

I even considered leaving it and doing it bit by bit but then I knew I'd be having this nagging voice in the corner of my mind goading me at every chance.

I guess I have weird traits like that.

Luckily though, I manage to do it just in time.

As I lie there, my mind starts to wander off to different places and situations.

What if my father had decided to marry me off to someone else? Someone not as understanding as Damien? I shudder just thinking of it.

A few moments go by and then a soft knocking erupts on the door.

Glancing up from my bed, my hair disheveled and my face red from the exertion of having to move things about, I see Damien standing in the doorway.

If it is possible for Damien to show any sort of emotion, I'd say he looks rather uncomfortable.

I raise an eyebrow as he stands there, not saying anything.

"Yes?" I goad.

"What would you like for dinner?" He asks tersely.

"Whatever's easiest.’’ I shrug, fixing my slightly rolled up shirt.

"That would be?" He pries.

Judging from his slightly uncomfortable stance, I get up from the bed and pass him as I make my way downstairs.

Entering into the kitchen, I look at the time to see it's nearing nine.

Wow, I wasn't unpacking as long as I had expected.

Approaching footsteps reach my ears and I smile as I know he's following me.

Scanning the stainless steel kitchen, my eyes land on the refrigerator as I make my way toward it.

Opening it, I scan all the ingredients.

"You don't cook much do you?"

I ask as I lean in to grab ingredients for the dish I'm making.

Piling everything into my hands, I turn to see him standing idly near the kitchen island.

Seeing my arms full, he rushes towards me and lessens my load.

"I don't"

He answers stoically as he places them onto the counter; Looking at them as if they're some sort of foreign abomination.

Laughing at him, I nudge Damien out of the way and grab a knife to begin preparing everything.

"I guess we're fitting into our roles very well aren't we?"

motion

but I do hear his voice a little

"What do you mean?"

cooking for you” I take a

is you coming home

the way I have, makes me

what I'm implying but merely by the picture I've painted in my

seems

situation

between us,

behind me, afraid

kitchen is the

could be a tradition in the making” My entire body freezes at the playful jab coming

actually see if it truly is Damien sitting there or if he's been replaced by

ever though I can see a hint of amusement

even sure if

gaze, biting my lip to stop from smiling though I know

counting on it anytime soon.’ I find

food, its

whole you teaching me stuff

between mouthfuls

be incredibly busy and tiring but

up early and we will need to settle a few things but that should be all.From Monday you will come and start to work with me at the office.’’

can't help but to feel pleased that even if my cooking isn't

is a habit I have never learnt from.It's sort of like when you're drinking but you know it's

since I always seem to have a personal attachment

I can never seem to leave

more as my alarm starts

can't hit snooze again or else

do that

showering and all that, my

to my usual casual attire of skinny jeans and

formal?Or semi formal? My eyes dart from dresses to skirts

don't even know

fancy and then everyone looks at me weird? Or I dress up way to casual and the same

reaching for a pale blue dress and a

seem too

the time I make it downstairs, Damien's standing

chirp happily earning only a nod

nights playful banter is

"You ready to go?"

the opposite direction from him,

out weirdly echoey

take a seat at the counter

"We'll be late."

you let me

I ask.

Damien's answer is instantaneous.

"No"

boys and

can sense Damien's unvoiced annoyance all the way from here and to put

the dustbin and spoon in the sink, I walk past him to the front

only had to wait

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