Eighteen

FREYA

Guess what, I lied that you checked into the restroom.” Mara said as soon as I entered the kitchen and leaned by her side.

“So, where have you been? Were you flirting with the guards?” she went on, with a mischievous smile.

“I missed my way to the kitchen, so, I had to roam till I found it.” I said in response and took a knife. “What’s in the menu?”

“We are making all sorts of meal. Just gather stuffs and make whatever meal you know, and make sure it turns out delicious or you would be forced to join the laundry girls.” Mara said.

I shook my head and delved into gathering a few ingredients to make my own meal from the thousands of recipes I have in mind.

I had not been a good cook all my life until last three years when I had to endure a third-class life to keep myself concealed from Jaxton and his cartel. Joe’s wife and the women of the neighborhood taught me how to cook wonderful recipes.

“What do you want to make?” Mara asked. She was chopping carrots into a saucepan.

“Shrim