Does She Come Here Often?

The kitchen gleamed spotless and bright.

"Ma'am, are you sure you want to handle this yourself?" The maid hovered at the doorway, worry etching her face.

"Yep." Sophia slipped on an apron with easy grace, tying it into a neat bow at her waist.

"Today's our four-year anniversary—the day Ethan and I first crossed paths. I wanna cook up his favorites and drop them off at the office."

She swept her long hair into a quick updo, baring the smooth curve of her neck.

"You're one lucky guy, sir," the maid said with a soft chuckle. "Need me to pull any ingredients from the pantry?"

"Nah, fridge should have everything."

Sophia glided to the sleek double-door smart fridge, pulling out items like a pro.

A prime cut of steak, fresh black truffles, a bunch of crisp asparagus...

She lined them up on the marble counter, rinsing each one meticulously before grabbing the chef's knife and getting to work.

Ever since she'd latched onto the Blackwood tree, maids handled every meal, errand, you name it. It'