Back when Simon didn't have any business dinners, Amelia would often cook at home for him.
He was picky—about everything, especially food.
So if he had no social events, he usually just ate at home.
When they first got together, Amelia worked her tail off trying to please his demanding taste.
She used to beam for days just because he once said, "Not bad."
It felt like her entire youth had been wrapped around him.
All her little experiments in cooking, every bit of effort—
Amelia gave them all to him.
Her crush, her tenderness, those innocent days.
Back then, just thinking about making a meal he'd like was enough to make her heart race.
Now, that version of her felt like someone from a whole different lifetime.
"What's wrong?"
Amelia hung up the call, l
