Chapter 357 - Tastes like Mayonnaise

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Diana beamed as she stepped out of the house_ finally.

She had gone back to the mirror over a hundred times to be sure she looked perfect. She smiled as she watched him step out of the car, looking as handsome as ever, just staring at him was enough to make her pull her legs together. Michael stopped in his steps and his eyes appreciated her body; she was putting on a short pink dress, with sandals, and she had packed her hair up, some strands falling here and there which made her look very cute.

Diana blushed as she looked away from him;

''Yah, stop staring at me like that, you're making me blush. ''

She laughed as she felt her cheeks and ears heat up, her fingers clasped around the basket in her hands tightly.

Michael smiled his head as he approached her,

''how did I get so lucky? ''

He said as he approached her, Diana's smile caught on her lips, and she blinked at him;

''Uh? ''

Michael stared at her speechlessly, and then he shook his head;

''Nothing; '' he said with a smile and his eyes fell on the basket on her hands;

''Oh, you prepared something; I totally forgot we needed to eat; ''

He said taking the basket from her, Diana laughed;

''What did you make? '' he asked, peering into the basket, trying to see what was inside;

''You'll know when we get there, let's go,'' Diana said and started walking towards the car;

Michael followed behind; he placed the basket in the back seat and drove out;

''You got a different perfume; '' Diana noted as they hit the road.

Michael glanced at her with a smile;

''You noticed. ''

''Obviously, why won't I notice the perfume my boyfriend uses? '' she raised her brow;

Michael grinned, he liked that she noticed little things about him.

''does it smell nice? ''

''Yeah, I prefer this one. '' Diana nodded;

''Uh, the former brand doesn't smell nice and you didn't tell me? ''

Diana's eyes widened; ''when did I say that? I just said I preferred this one, besides you know if it was not nice I would have told you.''

Michael grinned; ''really? ''

Diana nodded; ''of course, I care about you. ''

Michael laughed, taking her hand, he kissed it; ''why are you so cute? ''

Diana chuckled when she saw how he kissed her hand and held it tight; ''it's not a big deal though!''

Michael smiled and looked at her;

''It is… for me, I'm so lucky to have you, Diana. I really am. ''

Diana stared at his expression as his eyes watched the road. He really looked happy holding her, maybe he loved her and she had been overthinking every single thing. Well, who cares if he says it back! He made her happy and made her feel loved in a way no man had ever done, and she loved him, and that was it!

She smiled and looked forward. That was all that mattered.

When they got to the park, Michael held the basket as they walked to an empty place on the grass. It was a very private park with just a few people. Diana laid out the cloth on the grass and she lay down;

''Wow, this is so pretty. '' She smiled, looking upwards.

''Have you been here before? '' Michael asked, taking out the containers from the basket;

''Once with my parents when I was little, didn't date, so I didn't go out with anyone.''

The cool breeze blew her dress up, and she quickly pulled it down with a chuckle;

''what about you, have you gone to picnics with anyone? ''

Her eyes turned to him as she watched him set the dishes;

''No, you're the first. ''

Diana smiled; ''it's strange… ''

''What? ''

Diana thought; ''the fact that I believe every single word that comes out of your mouth without a single doubt. ''

Michael lay down beside her, ''because I say the truth all the time, ''

''Pft, that's not possible; '' The sun was not up, it was just a clear day so they could look at the sky;

''Maybe because I rather not say anything than lie to you; ''

Diana swallowed. This man, why was he making her fall helplessly in love with him?

''This is dangerous… ''

Michael turned to her; ''what? ''

''Uh… nothing… '' Diana regained her senses and sat up;

''Let's eat; I didn't eat this morning because of this. She rubbed her palms together with a smile and opened the covers;

Michael sat up;

''Sandwich, chicken, waffles, fruits, juice… wow, '' Michael named them as she opened the covers one after the other.

''You made all these yourself?''

Diana shook her head; ''No… Mary did, but I made these. '' she said, pointing at the sandwiches. Picking one from it, she placed it on a plate and gave it to him; her eyes widened as she watched him eat it;

''How is it? ''

''You sure you made these? '' Michael asked with a little frown;

Diana smiled; ''Haha, I'm too good right? Don't mention, ''

Diana grinned, feeling herself;

''No, I mean, it tastes like raw mayonnaise… ''

Diana's smile caught in her throat;

''What? ''

Michael laughed; ''Wait, did you think I was about to praise you? '' he asked with a chuckle; taking another bite of the sandwich;

''Your chicken is salty too, and what is this? '' he asked taking out something that looked like cheese;

Diana pouted sadly; she had taken her time to prepare this, she didn't know it would taste so bad; maybe she should have tasted it at home.

Michael laughed when he saw her expression. ''don't worry, even if you can't cook, I'll cook for the both of us. ''

He finished the first one and picked another, Diana stretched her hand to take it from him but he avoided her;

''You don't have to eat it if it's that bad, I don't want you to fall sick. ''

Michael laughed; ''who said it was bad? ''

Diana glared at him, it wasn't even funny, she didn't know why he was enjoying picking on her; ''

''You did obviously!''

''I didn't, I didn't even mention it.''

''You implied it, bring that, let me pack it back, I don't even want to look at it. ''

Michael laughed; ''But this is what I want to eat. '' he said, taking another bite.

''I'm not joking now… ''

Diana leaned towards him, but he moved away;

''You don't even like it, why are you forcing yourself to eat it! '' he was making her more embarrassed by every bite he took.

''Because I love the person who made it; ''

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