Chapter 22 Share Him with His Future Wife

-Arabella-

When I wake up, Ronan is no longer in bed. I felt him come in last night, and at some point, I woke up with my body nestled against his chest. I panicked and moved away quickly, but he never even stirred.

A black dress is laid out for me on his side of the bed, and I chuckle when I see that the brand tag is cut off. I don't know if Ronan meant this as a joke, or if he's trying not to upset me on a day like this one.

I don't think anyone I know has ever seen a vampire attend a human funeral, and I know most of my mother's phony socialite friends will be there. It's certainly going to be...interesting.

When I go downstairs to the kitchen, I find Ronan there. And he's...cooking?

I stop at the doorway and stare at him, and he slowly looks up from the sizzling pan.

"I don't think I got this right," he says casually, lifting the pan and showing me a burnt, yellow mess of goo. "How do you know when it's supposed to be ready? It