Sloane
Can I touch it? That was so stupid, especially since he's been ignoring me since that day. What the f**k was I doing?
The triplets had gone out to work and I was home alone, trying to bake. I had told the maids to let me do it because I wanted to surprise them.
I sighed for the fourth time as I pulled out the fourth tray of burnt cookies. I suck at this, really. I can get an MBBS, but this? This is so f*****g hard.
My mom didn't teach me how to cook, so I wasn't used to it.
“Excuse me, miss?” Genevieve, one of the maids, poked her head into the kitchen. Her eyes roamed over the burnt snacks.
“Do you need help?”
I smiled awkwardly. How long had they been watching me? I glanced at her and then back at my so‑called work of art.
“Kind of.”
She walked slowly toward me, hands on
