Trishal’s POV
We later decided on having meatloaves, barbecue pork ribs with mashed potatoes, and some apple pies. Sheila prepared all these dishes, while Adrian helped her with the cooking, and I was left with setting the tables.
Some people are just not meant to cook—not because they don't want to, but because they can't, no matter how hard they try. I'm one of those people.
We had a comfortable conversation while eating, and the atmosphere in the dining room felt happy and carefree. We were teasing Adrian, who tried to act unruffled but was beginning to turn a bit red.
“See, he can't deny it,” I yelled out, hitting both palms on the table in enthusiasm.
“Really?" Sheila asked, watching him while covering her mouth with her hand.
“He said he had loved me since the first day he laid
