To say I was terrible at the day to day household chores was an understatement. I could barely clean a plate without messing everything up.
As soon as I healed, I had to go through an intense boot camp trying to prepare myself to be Zander's maid.
I had never washed a single dish in my life. I was not used to manual labor. Ruth had laughed a few times as I struggled to get the folding of the shirts right.
“Okay, how about we move onto the ironing?" Ruth suggested. “You will need to learn how to press his clothes."
“I made a mess of the folding. Do you really think that I can handle a hot device?"
“I have faith in you," she smiled.
Well, I didn't. I was not used to any of this but I would do what I needed to in order to be at least on civil terms with the man. It would make this h
