Sassy Angel’s Secret Sin

Chapter 15 – Lesson One To One Hundred 

(Anj‘s POV) 

I am not here to cook for Sky. 

I am not excited to do this for him. 

I am not learning chores for my husband. 

I am not... I sighed and shook my head as I looked at the apron Elenita gave me. Before coming here to the kitchen, I checked the recipe on how to cook it, but as she told me, Sky is very particular with the food he eats, not that he is picky, but perhaps his taste bud is different from ordinary people like me. “This is easy to prepare, but Sky will know if the crab meat is fresh or not,” she said as if the details were crucial for me to remember. “Wash your hands... and your face.” She added as she moved quickly around the kitchen, preparing the ingredients. 

As I wash my face, I hear Elenita talking to three maids in the kitchen, just asking them to prepare everything but leaving after that. When I was done, I was like a child that she tended to, fixing my hair into a ponytail and putting on the apron she gave me. The corners of my mouth almost lifted, touched by the feeling that no one had ever done this to me until I reached the age of five. Sister Grace had always been awed at me for being able to do things independently after learning from her and Aunt Rose. When she was done, and the others had left, I swallowed hard as my round eyes grew, my heart pounding as I stared at the boiled crabs sitting on the plate. Since I had allergies to crabs, it has never been on the menu in the nursing home and at home, except when somebody gives us cooked meat or food, just like the case of Mrs. Antonetta. It was her grandchild who brought the cooked meal and generously shared it with me 

“Do you know how to get the meat from the crab?” She asked as she took another plate and crab. 

I swallowed hard, feeling bad for the crab. “No,” I said truthfully, shaking my head as I picked up the innocent crab. 

one, flipping it and pointing her finger at the white underside of the crab. “You have to remember that the male has a smaller, more pointed, and narrower apron, but the female has a bigger, more rounded flap,” she explained before giving me the female crab. “Is it necessary to know them?” I bit my lower lip, holding the crab in its claw. She gave me a sullen look. “Yes, because Sky always wants female crabs.” “Figures,” I whispered, nodding and watching her as she removed the apron. “Do it,” She sounded like a strict teacher in a lab class. I grabbed the point toward the front of the crab and pulled the apron off, doing it perfectly as if I had done it before. From my peripheral view, I

she taught me to pick the crab meat. I was tempted to taste it, but

my face swollen. 

doing a good job and forgetting that my hands had crab butter after holding the body of one crab the

skin and focused on cooking the pasta, a task I was familiar with. When I was done, I turned to Elenita to tell her, but she gasped, looking at me with shock on her face. “My goodness, Angela! Why didn‘t you tell me? Are you allergic to seafood?” She asked worriedly, opening the cabinet and looking for medicine. “Do you have a medi. “She sighed,

she took her cell phone, and I could see her hands trembling as she dialed

the oven mitt to get the baked potato from the oven. “As long as I won‘t eat it, I‘m okay, so please, stop worrying about me.” “Dear, no one messes with the Mars family,”

at me.

with my identity hidden behind the red spots on my face. Elenita sighed in relief, getting a clean plate to prepare the pasta. She was almost done

Mr. Mars is looking for Angela,” she told her, glancing at me. When I looked at her, she looked down, avoiding my eyes. I shrugged, wondering if I was really looking hideous that she didn‘t want to

You have to call her – ” “Oh, please,” I cut in, my eyes gaping at Elenita. “Angela‘s fine.” I turned to

answered, looking

“It‘s okay to look at me, Nina. I‘m not Medusa that you‘d turn into stone when you

me dizzy as I walk in the direction of the study room. When I opened the door, I found him sitting on an executive chair with

to glance at