Rose

My eyes darted to the ingredients sitting in front of me. My body shivered at the onions that were staring right back at me. I don't like cutting onions, but then I love eating them. I was the one who caused it in the first place when I suggested that we do a competition. And now I was left with cutting the onions. Seriously, what do they take me for? Hunter was clearly enjoying it. So, what he said about my cooking not being bad was all a lie? He doesn't trust my cooking. They all don't. Not Hunter and not Ian.

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