EIGHT

In Light of Mistakes.

Dinner dates with Jarrod were usually fun and informative. An unnecessary kind of information, but still. He liked to show her things she'd seen countless times before, liked to teach her every now and then, as though she was too dumb to understand.

"If you want to get an undercooked steak, you must have the right kind of heat temperature," he said in the middle of cutting his steak. "But of course, you don't need to know that because you won't be cooking."

Lolita sipped her wine and looked at him from under her lashes. "Why's that?"

"Why's what?"

"Why won't you let me cook?"

He laughed. "Baby, that's unnecessary. Your hands are gonna soil and get hard and unattractive. Soft is the new hot, you know?"

She sipped her juice again. She didn’t know. Matter of fact, Lolita really didn’t know anything. She was constantly under his shadow and doing whatever he asked. Let go her dreams of cooking and baking as a professional just so she’ll be a princess for him? Sure, wh