“I’m sorry if I upset you, Niki,” he reigned in his emotions. “Been a trying week.” He nodded, keeping that stiff upper lip, then he went back to work.
Niki left Bernardo in his office working with his project, while she tiptoed into the kitchen. At first she just gazed around, thinking about what Bernardo had said. Being domestic. She hardly knew the meaning of the word. Cook? Her? Why would she do that when she had Louisa, and Maria who came in to cook when Bernardo was home? Was this what he really wanted? Maybe so…
She looked about. She had no idea how to scramble eggs let alone follow a recipe. Maybe Louisa could give her a few cooking lessons. Besides, what could be so difficult about learning to cook, especially if it would please her husband? With her mind made up, she was about
