Alice walked downstairs, going to the kitchen, heavily refreshed from her good night's sleep. It was a good new Saturday, and she was going to surprise her husband with breakfast in bed.
“Oh, ma'am, good morning. Is there anything that you’d like to have for breakfast this morning?” the chef asked.
“There's nothing.” She smiled at the chef. “I want to cook breakfast for myself and my husband today.” She smiled as she said the word husband.
“Oh.” His eyes widened in surprise.
“So, you can just take a walk or perhaps rest for the day. I can handle everything.”
“Ma'am, are you sure there's nothing I can help you with? The last time you attempted to cook wasn't exactly a good outcome,” he managed to stutter out.
Alice’s cheeks pinked as she recalled the memory. She had left the tray of what was supposed to be biscuits in the oven for hours and then fell asleep. By the time she woke up, the smoke detector was beeping seriously and the workers were trying to quell the fire that had started.
