Twelve months earlier
Tension filled the house as I prepared for dinner tonight. My mother, who barely agreed with my plans, left the preparation to me. Well, I won't blame her because there was nothing to celebrate. Her husband had just died, and her brother-in-law wanted to kick her out by all means.
I juggled with cooking and setting the dining table at the same time. Stirring sauce in the kitchen to arrange a wineglass on the dining table.
To be honest, I invested myself in the task because I don't want to overthink anything, especially when it comes to Nicholas. I could have ordered a meal, but cooking kept me busy for a while.
However, my mind still drifts away, thinking of the worst that could happen if Nicholas changes his mind. I don't know if I will survive it if he backed
