Right from your parents' wing you went under Price's care. All your life you were taken care of more than you needed: you were constantly spoiled, forgave any mistakes, solved problems, and were not even forced to do anything around the house. In fact, you grew up a spoiled and unlearned girl.

People who knew your story, usually condemned or envied such carelessness, because few people could boast that in adulthood never once washed the floor or cooked soup.

You were as selective about men as you were about everything else in your life. Young guys, in your opinion, were not worthy of you, and they themselves did not know how to look after such a capricious princess. The real connoisseur of that pouty little face was, oddly enough, Price. It was easy for him to figure out your true sweet and gentle side, but he only had to endure a couple of tantrums and tests of your strength that you were a drama queen.

When he took you home with him, just like your parents, he didn't demand anything from you, you were just his favorite girl that he had to appreciate, love and please.

Still, after watching housewives videos on the internet, you sometimes spoiled your lover with burnt toast or disgusting coffee that he had to drink to the bottom.

This morning, you were inspired by a pancake recipe you came across and went to the kitchen. John woke up to a horrible rumbling and swearing - you weren't making any, so the poor batter was listening to all sorts of nasty things.

"Hush, don't swear, look how it's done", - John, smiling, hugged you from behind and began to knead the dough carefully, getting rid of the annoying lumps, - "Did my princess decide to please the old man with a delicious breakfast?".