To say I was terrible at the day to day household chores was an understatement. I could barely clean a plate without messing everything up.

As soon as I healed, I had to go through an intense boot camp trying to prepare myself to be Zander’s maid.

I had never washed a single dish in my life. I was not used to manual labor. Ruth had laughed a few times as I struggled to get the folding of the shirts right.

“Okay, how about we move onto the ironing?” ...