My Love Is Off The Menu
Language: en
The fourth time I saw Troy posting the herbal wellness broth I had spent four hours simmering for Amelia on his Instagram feed, I didn't say a word. I simply opened my messages with my personal jeweler. I ordered myself the expensive watch I’d been eyeing for months. Consider it a self-awarded medal for standing over a hot stove for four hours, watching the steam rise, thinking of someone who wasn't thinking of me. But when I finally finished scrubbing the kitchen counters and walked to the entryway to unbox it, the package was gone. My phone buzzed. Amelia’s name popped up on the…