Charlotte Delaney has sworn off men. After one relationship disaster after another- including turning a guy gay!- Charlotte is so over the male species.
Isaac Fletcher had his heart cruelly broken. Yes, it was years ago. No, he never got over it. I...
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You could cut the tension with a knife. A knife quite similar to the carving one that was currently in my hand. Everyone was walking on eggshells and it was all because Isaac got my hopes up and then cruelly dashed them on what was going to be the most amazing date of my whole entire life.
Honestly, that man is lucky he's breathing. I was all for opening the capsule door and throwing him from the peak of the London Eye. Luckily, for him, all I did was relegate him to one of the spare rooms. And that's where he's stayed since. He'll probably stay there for the foreseeable future, too. In the meantime, we were about to have the most awkward family dinner ever, in the presence of my sisters, potential sister-in-law, my brother and brother-in-laws, my parents, daughters, and niece.
"If you keep sharpening that knife, there won't be anything left of it," Daniel noted as he came into the kitchen and placed two mugs in the overflowing sink. Noticing that there wasn't much room left for the tiny plate he held, Daniel frowned and started to load the dishwasher, all the while, watching me from the corner of his eye. "He told us, you know. Not in the gossiping kind of way, if that's what you're thinking. He needed a sounding board."
I nod. "Well, good for him."
"Charlotte, you have to understand," Daniel continued, careful with the words that come out of his mouth. He looks over his shoulder and lowers his voice to a whisper. "He didn't mean to-"
"Hurt me? Humiliate me? Leave me hanging?" I suggest, the tone of my voice clipped. Wielding the knife in Daniel's direction, I continue. "Don't you dare make excuses for him. He knew exactly what he was doing. Now, piss off out of the kitchen before I kill you, dismember you and cook you as part of Sunday dinner."
Heeding my words of warning, Daniel quickly threw a dishwasher tablet into the machine, pressed the settings and then ran like his life depended on it. When I finally had the kitchen back to myself, I went back to sharpening the knife. Realising that what Daniel said was true- about the knife, that is- I placed it on the counter and started pottering around for something else to do. I couldn't socialise because everyone, including Isaac, was in the family room, playing games and having quality, family time together. Dinner wouldn't be ready for another hour or two, either, since Mum decided that slow cooking dinner was the best thing ever.
Looking through some of the cupboards in the kitchen, I found ingredients that I could use to make dessert and soon started creating something that everyone would like. As I measured carefully, my mind started to detour back into the darkness, wondering why on earth hadn't Isaac proposed.
Surely, it shouldn't be complicated.
"Jeez, Charlotte Louise," Martha's voice sang out, her soft footsteps entering the kitchen and making their way to me. "Did the eggs piss you off?"
Looking down into the bowl, I see that the egg whites were forming perfectly to create my meringues. "It's what they're supposed to do," I tell Martha. "I'm making meringues."
