Chapter Fifteen; Breakfast and Dance

Mornings in the Shield mansion were very quiet, just like every other day. The sun would peak over the horizon, its subtle rays scattering across the pool.

The cleaners would do the morning chores at the break of dawn, under the guidance of Celine who made sure everything was in perfect order. The next agenda was breakfast, which consisted of the finest cuisines made by a five-star chef.

The chef was a middle-aged man named Anthony, and his skill and dedication were evident in the mouth-watering taste of his food. But today, Celine informed me that he'd fallen ill with a minor cold, and wouldn't be able to cook. She also said that he would be granted a one-week leave to recover

Now I stood in the kitchen, pulling my hair into a simple ponytail as I examined the ingredients laid out before me. Celine had expressed her worries, suggesting that we order food from a restaurant for the time being, but I decided to take up the role of the chef myself.

“Are you sure my lady?” Celine skeptica