Atarah
I woke up to aroma of spices. I remembered last night. When Ansel proposed me for the marriage and I said yes. Honestly, yesterday night felt like a dream— beautiful but fragile dream. What if.... what if none of those events happened? What if everything was just a figment of my imagination? Then, I'd only live in my dreams.
As the smell of cooked food filled my nose, I stood up to see how I was able to smell the food when there wasn't any in the house. Ansel had left soon after we had our dinner yesterday. Something very urgent had popped up. And I was alone in the house. Who else could cook in my house?
I walked downstairs, making sure not to be to too loud on my steps as I walked into my kitchen and my eyes widened to see Ansel Duncan cooking in my kitchen. His red overcoat l
