“ I’ll teach you, ” Evangeliya offered with a smile. This is good, she thought. They were headed in the right direction in terms of their relationship, or rather, future one. While he was still a bit frigid, blatantly hesitant to accept her company, he was still willing to try. It was a foot into the door. That fact alone was enough for her to work with. In all due time, perhaps, he’ll be more willing to the idea of her being his wife. It was something she would accept, as well. “ Sure thing —.. ” She had stepped to follow him, when suddenly, she was being lead. His hand brushed against her own, which was enough for her to feel a hitch in her breath, and then, it was in hers altogether. Ohmygoodness, what if my hands become clammy? His are so warm.. It was a stark contrast to his cold demeanor, which made her realize he was only giving half of himself to her; he was allowing her into just the surface. Don’t hold too tightly. Don’t mess this up. Don’t let them intertwine. They weren’t soft, but weren’t calloused. Longer than hers, by far, to where she felt as though her hands were small. The simple act of holding his hand caused a flurry of butterflies in her stomach, and kept her silent until they reached the door. When he pulled away, her eyes had kept onto his fingers, watching them slip out of her grasp. She was certain she was blushing when she composed, “ U-Uh, yes. Yeah. ” With a step into the spacious room, she immediately opened the cupboards. “ I, um. We’ll need flour, baking powder, butter, sugar.. ” There was a whole list, and she riddled them off by memory. “ Got that? ”
As she went down the list, Matteo just stood there. His eyes darting around the room, not really knowing where to go. He wasn’t stupid or anything, he just wasn’t familiar with the room. There were far too many cabinets and cupboards for any one person to remember. But there he was trying to impress his Fiance - or in the very least have her like him. “Yeah - uhhh, right. I’ll find the uh - the baking powder...” As he spoke his legs started to dart around the room; his head dodging one of the many hanging pots & pans. In his wave of tyranny, Matteo nearly bumped into his Fiance. Muttering out an apology as his cheeks reddened, the prince began opening all the cabinets. There were so many ingredients. But just to his left, behind the package of breadcrumbs, his chocolate gaze landed on the baking powder. “Got it!” he exclaimed, leaping up before coughing when he realized how childish he probably appeared. “--- i mean, i uh, i found it...” Flattening his dress clothes, the prince sat the baking powder down on the table. “What else is on the list again? Sugar and....?” The question hung in the air as he moved closer to the princess; his hand coming up to scratch his chin.
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