ESTELLE

 

My father brought me to his house outside London. Then we decided to cook dinner. Well, I just sat pretty while Dad did most of the cooking.

“This is so good, Dad. How did you learn to cook?” He had a chef at home, and I didn’t know he was interested in cooking. His chicken parmigiana with pasta was so good.

“When I’m bored, I cook something, but not as good as Jaymes, I guess. Your husband also knows his way around the kitchen. He cooks, right?”

“Yeah. Gabriel is good, but Pops is the best. Sorry, Dad.”

“You call your father-in-law Pops?” he asked amusedly.

“Yeah. He’s good...