"You had a date, Ell?" my mom shouted in the middle of the grocery store making me flinch

"It wasn't a date and speak lower" I told her while taking the juices from the shelf into our cart.

"Oh my god ELEONORA!" My mom screamed "You went out on a date with that man!"

"It wasn't a date"

"Sure. You he is your fake husband, whom you got to fake dates with and next you fake fuck him!" She said making my eyes widen in shock while apologizing to the old lady next to us

"Mom! Stop being dramatic! It wasn't a date, we just went out-"

"Oh, you went out- had lunch, watched a movie, then ate at a drive-thru. I don't have a date in years but I know very well that sounds like one!"

I rolled my eyes at her comment while looking for ham "I had to accompany him on something. It wasn't a date"

"Accompany him? You had better excuses darling" my mom said not amused

"No matter how much I say it... you will think that we went out on a date"

"I will because I know you and you're lying to me"

"You do not know me mom...if you did you would realize it's true"

"I know you very well Eleonora Vargas Hart! I do know you find that man attractive and you will fall into his little love trap"

"Ma! I will not fall into whatever trap you talking about?"

"Really?" she asked while lifting an eyebrow "May I remind you of your last relationship?" she asked making my stomach and heart hurt while my face expressions turned sadder

"You really had to mention it?" I said while choosing the chips to take

"I had too... Eleonora, honey" She stepped away from behind the grocery cart and walked to me while grabbing my face " I don't want you to get hurt. I am your mother, I just want you to be happy not for a little while but for the rest of your life and Blaze isn't it!"

"I wasn't thinking that he was mom"

"You know who is a good catch?" She asked leaving a hint of curiosity in my brain

"Who?"

"The massage man" she said smiling "He was so into you, he was a gentleman and he didn't flirt with you because he respected you as a married woman" My brain tried to access all of my past experiences with men's so I could figure out who she was talking about.

"Remember when we went to that Spa with Miles and Jennifer? How can you not remember that man was like an epitome of handsome and you know Kahlo means he is either Spanish or German" The name gave me small flashbacks of that day... then I remembered the tall and beautiful figure of a man that he was, he had perfect brown hair and brown eyes and a mean face although he was surprisingly very nice. Our first meeting was apparently at my wedding which still to this day I can't recall.

"He also looked a bit angry" I told her

She rolled her eyes in disapproval" You are so peaky"

"Mom you can't simply try to match me. I'm still married, remember?" I said lifting my hand up and showing her my wedding ring

"How can I forget it?" she claimed, i walked along the big grocery store trying to find everything I needed for easter. The family would gather at our house tomorrow and I couldn't be more anxious.  Mom was helping, at least trying, now and then she would ask for details about my relationship with Blaze which apparently was a big problem for her.

Right now, my biggest worry was this easter lunch and dinner which Blaze had the fantastic idea of doing at the Farm... oh yes, in freaking Alaska, I came 3 days earlier with my mom to prepare things and I still think we don't have enough time. This is the third time we are grocery shopping because my mom thinks everyone eats a lot in that family so getting more food is never enough.

"Remember that little joke he made about a woman wearing confine and nothing else?" My mother comment made me roll my eyes in desperation,  this woman is trying to pair me with another man while I am still married is not very clever and clearly prohibited in our contract.

"I do, Mother"

"That man he was flirting with you in such a smooth way I was stunned and so were your friends"

"Mom I am still married"

"You should invite him for your 1-year anniversary wedding" she said giving small jumps of joy

"I definitely shouldn't"

"Why?"

"Because you are trying to make him date me" I explained

"What's the problem? Is your husband jealous?" She said unconcerned

"Oh wow... mom listen your words. You want me to invite a handsome man to my 1-year anniversary wedding so I can date him, meanwhile, you're asking if my husband would be jealous" I said revolted

"Eleonora... your marriage is fake" my mom affirmed

"Mom, my marriage might be fake in terms of love but I did marry him and I must be loyal so this can all work. Mariage Fraud is a Federal Crime and if for some reason someone doubts it, Blaze has enough money to get him out of jail but I can be arrested and so can Dad for signing up to agree with Blaze and our house, and Dad's casinos can all get washed away from us. So stop it!" I informed leaving her with no response and a bit taken back by my answer

"If you say so " she simply answered

With finally everything I needed, we headed to the farm. Mom couldn't get tired of saying how big it was and how pretty, honestly, I couldn't agree more I still wasn't used to that place. I couldn't get used to that scary house too, so I made some special decorations for easter in hopes that the next time we came by I can make the house less scary. The eggs and rabbits helped but I couldn't have them all year.

Oh and turns out Albert, the sweet butler also knows about our fake marriage and so does Greta, my favorite maid, excluding Dorothy of course, who claimed that she wanted to help me with the Easter food and preparations but I told her to enjoy this Easter at home with her husband, she deserves it.

Only those two people know about our marriage, I kind of always knew about Albert he was a bit cold to me, while Greta I am sure Blaze told her after. It means that in front of those two people we can be ourselves. Which gives me a small relief.

I walked to the big doors which were opened by kind Albert welcoming me and my mom home "Mrs.Maxwell and Mrs.Hart, welcome"

"Thank you, Albert" my mom said walking with some bags of food followed by the other menservants who were guided by Albert's orders. While they disappeared into the kitchen I turned to Albert to question him...

"As he arrived?" I questioned

"Mr.Maxwell as already landed, he is coming straight away"

"There it goes my peace" I commented

"If I may Mrs.Maxwell I do think Mr.Maxwell will not be a problem to you at all" Albert took the liberty to say

"You think?" I said smirking

"Yes Miss. Mr.Maxwell will step in this house and walk straight away to his office like he always does" Albert said confidently, I nodded at his words and smiled to myself

"Let's bet on it" I said leaving Albert with widen eyes

"I bet he is going to the kitchen" I said confidently because lately that's what Blaze did. He would come home a bit later than me and help me with dinner more like a boss around on how to make the perfect dinner, he was so perfectionist with food that it would piss me off. It became a habit of mine to try to hurry dinner so that when he would arrive everything was done and his perfect ass wouldn't be giving orders around the kitchen. However I was very unlucky with that, Blaze loved to cook so much that became a habit I guess that somehow relaxes him while on the other hand irritates me. He is peaky even on the way I cut the garlic and peppermint, he's always goes like " I said one inch of volume, not 3 bla bla bla"

So I am basically betting on something that I have positively sure that I will win, I did learn from my dad how to make bets and bluff. He is the owner of casinos I had to learn something.

"Miss- I do not bet"

"Oh please Albert... we are not betting money"

"What are we betting then?" the old man asked intrigued

"Well If I win you will have to be nice to me, and smile more often... like you actually like me" I said

" I- I am sorry if I passed you that wrong information but I do not dislike yo-"

"Oh please, Albert! I know you hate me, what's your bet?"

"If I win... you must promise to never get close to Mr.Maxwell, less than 12 inches from him" weird condition but okay

"Sure" I said while shrugging my shoulders and walking to the kitchen "It's on, Albert -Oh" I turned back taking a look at him "No cheating" I pointed at him smiling

I walked to the kitchen finding my mom and Greta cooking

"Miss I tried for your mom to not cook again ut she-"

"she is stubborn I know Greta... especially when it comes to food it reminds me of someone " I said smirking while taking a chip

My mom looked at me with a lifted eyebrow and a questioning face "Who? Your grandma ?"

"No... a man"

"A man?" My mother laughed along with Greta making me furrow my eyebrows

"Honey, of all the men I knew my entire life the only two that knew how to cook were your Grandpa and your Uncle Joe, well your uncle was more into pastries yet... it was cooking"

"Miss, if you found a man that knows how to cook you better grab him and never let go those are rare normally great husbands" Greta agreed with my mother, well I would say that's a bit generalized

"Have you found him?" My mom questioned while shrugged my shoulders and walked to the other side of the balcony to make a dessert for tomorrow "Eleonora... don't tell me it's Kahlo" My mom said whispering his last name making me snort while nodding a no with my head

"Cook Ma! And stop thinking about men" I whispered in her ear

"Don't play with me, I am positively sure you are lying- it's impossible to find such a thing, especially with your age" she commented but I was paying more attention to her redneck

"What is this?" I asked touching in the redness

"Oh..." she said stretching the redness "I guess the bed sheets of my bedroom are making me allergies"

"And you tell me now Mom..." I said mad

"I will change them right away" Greta said walking away

"Oh. See what you did, I don't want to give work to Greta, she has enough to do.." My mom said worriedly taking off her personal apron and handing it to me. Yes... my mother traveled 3316 miles with her apron in her bag.

She got out of the kitchen probably helping Greta leaving me alone with the apron... Since I needed to beat the white eggs for my chocolate mousse I decided to put on the apron in the meanwhile.

I got everything ready, the ingredients and the bowls, when all the white eggs were ready to beat I started, with the goal to not get my part of the balcony messy.

It wasn't an easy task but I was mastering it a bit, I mean... there was a bit of white on the balcony and on the wall but who doesn't mess the kitchen while beating white eggs? Everybody does it right?

I was almost done with some help of the electric mixer, the kitchen was filled with the loud noise of the mixer, I was so focused on my job that suddenly I felt a small tingly sensation over my neck making me shiver 

"They look stiff enough" A maly voice said scaring the shit out of me. I quickly turned the machine off

"What the fuck?" I said with one hand over my chest and slowly turned around meeting a manly figure leaning on the kitchen counter in front of me "You scared me!"

"Oh...I'm so sorry" he said with an unbothered face while eating a strawberry "What are you doing?"

"Chocolate mousse"

"And this?" He asked pointing at our suppose dinner that my mom and Greta were making

"Dinner" I responded while he nodded

"And that is..." he said looking around at the ingredients " Almond Chicken with sautéed vegetables"

"That's the idea.."

"Do you need help?" he questioned

"Make yourself at home" I teased while turning back to my mousse

"Ah funny" I heard him say "By the way... nice cupcakes" he laughed making me roll my eyes in annoyance, ladies and gentlemen he has arrived