"Goodness, I didn't even realize I burned the steak to the point I can't recognize it," Anna sighed, staring at the poor, charred piece of meat resting lifelessly on the plate. She nudged it away with a defeated pout.
Daniel chuckled softly. His wife had finally admitted the truth—that the food was beyond saving and definitely beyond eating.
But then he noticed her narrowing her eyes at him.
"What?" he asked, sliding the beautifully arranged plate toward her—perfectly cooked steak and pasta, garnished so elegantly it could've belonged on a restaurant menu.
"You never told me you can cook?" Anna questioned, her eyes widening in disbelief. The plate looked like artwork, stealing her breath for a brief second before suspicion settled back in. She squinted at him as if he had fooled her this whole time.
