Imperfection

CHAPTER ONE

MORNINGS AFTER

STATUS: SUPER FRENZY

"What on earth is this called from where you come from, "Pancake or Cake pan". Greg roared at the top of his voice, it was pretty obvious that he was more than pissed off.

It's been three days since we got married or should I say forced to the altar and that has been the most horrible moments of my life.

Greg stood in all his 6 feets glory height and looked down at me horribly expecting me to say something while I wished for a miracle of disappearance to happen.

My tongues were suddenly heavy, my eyes wide open as I could not find the right words to say.

My mother had always been the one to pacify me ?when I get my panic attack and this always happen when anyone shouts at me.

The last I had was when I argued with my father and refused to get married to a stranger that I didn't even know his origin. He was so pissed off at the fact that I didn't listen to him that he forgot all about my panic attack and screamed right into my face. Mother wasn't there to help me so I had to face the music myself and face the reality, I composed myself and kept on refusing till he told me he'll disown me if I don't get married to Greg.

I ended up agreeing because of mother, I was their only child and I couldn't afford to see tears in my mother's eyes, so I agreed to all this and got married to Greg.

I knew Greg was an arrogant, mad and selfish man after he said it right to my face that he'll never acknowledge me as a wife not even after marriage. He might be handsome with a chiseled nose, dimple and blue eyes; which is not common in this country. But he's very arrogant and I don't like him one bit.

I have to put up with this until I'm able to face him one day and tell him about a deal that I've been cooking up in my big head for months.

"Oh God" he groaned and I had to wonder what I did again.

"Are you deaf or has cat got your tongue?"

"I'm s-orry" I said quietly

He looked at me pitifully and didn't know what to say for a while.

"Do you even know how to cook?" He asked gently and I nodded negatively. As I said earlier, these past three days has been horrible, not only due to the fact that I married Greg but also because of the responsibilities I had to put up with.

I grew up in my father's empire as a little princess and when I got to the age where I was supposed to start learning the basic thing, my father sent me abroad for my university education.

I graduated from Loyola University in Canada and two days after, I was greeted with marriage proposal—In short, my life has been planned.

"Don't even go near my kitchen again, I don't want to see you there ever again" he warned and I nodded.

"Are you from a lineage of Agama Lizard?, cos all you've been doing is nodding your head" he complained and I groaned inwardly.

"So, what will you eat if I stop cooking?" He looked at me questionably

"What are you even saying?, you tried cooking water for noodles yesterday and for the first time in years, I had to fear for my life. You cooking or not doesn't make a difference. Stop cooking, please"

"Okay, I'll stop."