Someday Isn't Good Enough

I flinched at both of his questions.

They were equally true but they were both important, too.

Gabe needed to understand the seriousness of the situation. At the same time, marriage was a big deal.

I knew that.

Millions of people struggled to make it work.

But for some damn reason, my marrying Gabe would save Polonias. How could that be a bad thing?

Frustrated and stalling, I picked up the fork and cut into the egg before shoving it into my mouth.

And sighed. The food was so good.

"Where did you learn how to make omelets?" I asked, changing the subject while I collected myself.

He took a bite of his eggs, chewing slowly. "Chayot headquarters. One chayot in particular, Delphina, is very adept at great-tasting art. She showed me how to make them."

"Delphina?" I ignored the jealousy forming in the pit of my stomach.

While she had a beautiful name, surely she had wrinkled skin, sagging boobs, and short curly white hair.

He nodded before shoving a huge bite in his mouth and chew