Mia’s pov
When I finally exited the bedroom, I hesitated briefly before slowly making my way down the stairs. I glanced down at the shirt I had on to make sure my nipples weren’t poking through, like I had done a few times in the bedroom, moments ago.
As I slowly walked through the house, and into the kitchen, I glanced around for Lorenzo, and then I let out a relived breath once I was in the kitchen on realizing that he’s not hovering around.
The second thing I realized moments later, was that the house was void of any maid.
Unlike how the house I had been held in right after I had been abducted was always bursting with maids, this one was completely empty of them right now.
I remember seeing a few maids on the day Lorenzo and I had arrived here, and even the day after.
Perhaps he had excused them, just so he could have the satisfaction of making me slave for him.
The bastard.
I let out a long sigh as I glanced around the interior of the kitchen. It looked really slick and greatly furnished, and if I knew my way around the kitchen, I’m sure I’d have felt something akin to excitement right now.
But, then, I didn’t know my way around the kitchen even in the slightest way possible, so of course, the only thing I’m feeling right now, is dread.
I looked through the freezer, noticing how fully stocked it was. The cupboards were in the same state.
Which left me with the million dollar question.
What was I supposed to cook right now?
I was never interested in cooking. I had never been interested in learning how it works, it didn’t help that I never ever got a chance to prepare my own meal, with the amount of maids in our house.
I let out another sigh as I opened the cupboard to run through its content once again, and it took me a few minutes to decide to preparing noddles.
Noodles were nowhere compared to the breakfast someone like Lorenzo would want to have in the morning, but it wasn’t like I cared what he likes and doesn’t, the only thing I was worried about is if he wouldn’t get mad by the fact that I prepared noodles for him as breakfast.
Cause even as I’m being held as a hostage, I was never given mere noodles as breakfast.
After thinking hard, I ended up deciding on the noddles. It was the safest option right now, and I can easily explain to him that the reason why I had prepared noodles was because I didn’t have any cooking skills.
And so, I got to work, cause how hard can preparing some mere noodles be?
A lot hard, apparently.
I covered my nose with my shirt while trying to stop my choking fit.
The completely burnt noodles were staring back at me, as if judging me for being unable to actually prepare something as simple looking as noodles and the fumes was apparently prepared to kill me.
With frustration starting to make my blood boil, I cleaned up the mess I had made while preparing the noddles.
I was tempted to go sit in my bedroom with my hands folded so when Lorenzo comes by and requests for his food, I’d just tell him that it’s in the dustbin in the kitchen since I really couldn’t cook like I had initially told him.
But, I wouldn’t dare do that, especially after the little warning he had given me this morning while he had been in my bedroom.
After a few moments, I let out a frustrated exhale, and then I decided to try making something else.
And this time, I settled on preparing pancakes.
I’ve come across some of the house helps back at home preparing it, so it really couldn’t be that hard.
And so, I proceeded to prepare it.
The entire kitchen was filled with floor and I was sweaty as hell, about an hour later. The pancake batter had tasted extremely weird, but I didn’t care and still poured it into the pan.
The batter ended up burning, of course, leaving me with a disaster in the name of pancake.
Feeling extremely frustrated, I pulled on the roots of my hair. It took me a few minutes to realize that the fingers I had dug into my hair moments ago were coated heavily with flour.
I let out a loud shaky sob as I slid down the wall, feeling extremely frustrated and exhausted.
Feeling drained out of my mind, I told myself I wasn’t going to attempt preparing another breakfast, no matter what Lorenzo decides to do about it.
But I knew I didn’t really mean that.
I was extremely scared of what he could do to me should he realize that I didn’t prepare the said breakfast like he had ordered me to.
With that in mind, I forced myself to my feet and roughly mopped my cheeks with my shirt.
My shirt was dirty from the flour, and so is the entire kitchen, but I wasn’t sure if I had the time to clean the entire kitchen before attempting to prepare the breakfast the third time today, and so I decided to save the cleaning for later.
An hour and some minutes later, I was able to put together omelet and some toast.
The omelet tasted extremely salty and the toppings might as well be called yams due to how largely they were sliced, and the toast was burnt thoroughly.
The entire kitchen stank of burnt toast when Lorenzo appeared in the entrance of the kitchen. He was leaning against the edge of the door and one of his hands was resting against the other side of the doorway.
His eye brows was raised as he regarded me quietly, making me feel nothing but extreme mortification.
Lorenzo finally let out a tsk.
“What in the world is this disaster that you’ve managed to create here in the kitchen, in the name of breakfast.”
Feeling annoyed that even though I genuinely didn’t know my way around the kitchen, I had still made an attempt only for him to talk down on me like this.
With that in mind, I pursed my lips and remained silent.
“I hope you didn’t expect me to eat this rubbish, right?” He continued, nodding towards the said ‘rubbish’ on the counter.
I shrugged my shoulders.
“Why are you asking me that? That was all I could come up with, so you’d either have to eat that or starve.” I snapped out without thinking.
I probably should have throughly thought about that before saying that, because I wanted to take the words back as soon as they were out, especially with how Lorenzo’s face hardened instantly.
I’m so fucked.