Sophia had totally overestimated her cooking skills. Yesterday she'd managed to make half-cooked rice, and today she'd turned it into straight-up porridge.

William walked past the kitchen doorway, taking a jab at her, "Wow, what a natural talent you've got there."

Fuming, Sophia grabbed a stool and sat right in front of the pot, eating her mess. She'd rather stuff herself sick than ask William for help.

But wouldn't you know it, William came back from a quick trip with a ...