Prologue
I was so pissed off! There were no words for the level of fuckery present in my life at that moment.
A wedding invitation? Seriously?! Let me just pencil that in for the fifth of never....
I angrily ran my fingers back through my hair and sighed, depositing the delicately embossed invite into the garbage, where it belonged.
I had been with Jeon Jungkook, lovingly referred to here-after as the dooshnozzle, for 2 years, when he had decided that things just weren’t clicking, for him anymore. Little did I know that the reason things weren’t clicking, was because of his manager, who I found him in a closet with shortly after the breakup. That was 6 months ago. Now, apparently, the dooshnozzle and perky little Park Jimin were joining in unholy...whatever.
I slid down onto the couch and hugged my knees up into my chest. Nothing is quite as good for a girl’s self esteem as her boyfriend cheating with a guy. I stood, smoothing down my long T-shirt over my leggings and walked to the mirror.
The girl I saw staring back at me was attractive, minus the murderous glint present in her eyes at the moment. She had an average build with dark lashes and big brown eyes. Pale skin and an angular jaw finished the picture.
I knew I was pretty, but the feelings of anxiety and inadequacy always bubbled to the surface at the mere thought of what had happened not that very long ago.
I needed a distraction. Something to get my mind on a better track and hopefully squelch this exciting new anxiety disorder I seemed to be developing. Let’s see, what did I like to do?
I nervously paced around my modern studio apartment biting my nails unconsciously. It was a bad habit I had picked up as a kid and never quite been able to shake.
I looked down at my fluffy black puppy, Georgie, as he lazily lay sleeping on the sofa, and realized he would not be helping me. Ok, so I liked to read. Books are great, but they haven’t been working so far. What about games? Everyone who knows me knows that I am a sucker for a good video game. I needed something new though. Something to change things and maybe make me get out and be around people, a little bit more than my naturally introverted and, if I’m being honest, slightly anti-social personality was comfortable with.
I sighed in frustration and stood, staring out my window at the city below me. My eyes wandered over the rooftops and billboards for various crap nobody really needed, and came to rest on a picture of a cheekily smiling woman in an apron.
I jumped a little in excitement as the very best idea came to me! I would take a cooking class! I never had been a stellar cook and, being the slightly clumsy hot mess I naturally was, I had previously avoided excessive exposure to sharp objects and hot things. You know, basically everything involved in cooking.... but what the hell! What could possibly go wrong?
