I decided to head to the kitchen to help out with lunch preparations. As I walked in, I was greeted by the warm smile of Betty.
"Ah, Delilah, perfect timing! We could use an extra pair of hands."
I nodded and began to help with the chopping and prep work. As we worked, the kitchen staff couldn't help but talk about Raphael's outburst earlier.
"I've never seen him like that before," said one of the kitchen maids. "He's always so calm and collected."
"I know, it's like he's been bottling everything up inside," added Betty. "I just hope he's okay."
The other kitchen staff nodded in agreement, and I couldn't help but feel a pang of concern. What was going on with Raphael? And why was he keeping it a secret?
As we continued to work, the conversation turned to speculation about Raphael's past. "I've heard he was in some kind of accident," said one of the kitchen staff. "That's why he's been acting so strangely."
"I don't know about that," said Betty, "but I do know that he's been seeing a l
