My morning was not as usual. Ever since Amos cod came into my life, it has been a bit weird. I mean, he caught me when I was about to fall, I humiliated him in the presence of my father. He saw me eat a cake like a humongous hippo, now we were locked together in the kitchen, and chose to bake a cake which, by the way, came out fantastic.
"Are you a secret chef by any chance?" I asked, after staring for a while at the mess we made. Who will clean it up? It doesn't have to be me because I was a princess. He was here to serve… right?
Amos turned slowly at me. His eyes were a bit tired. I felt the guilt run through my body like nothing else. "I am sorry." Why do I feel sorry for nothing? It had to be his eyes. They were so sad. I think?
"Sorry for what? You apologize a lot, princess." It d
