CHAPTER SIXTEEN

A group of men and women in aprons were currently chopping and peeling veggies. A big, serious-looking lady was stirring a huge pot on the stove.

Her apron was different from everyone else's. Hers was a pink ruffled item with an image of a bloody knife. Her hair was bunched up, and she was barking orders at everyone. The rest of them were busy peeling and chopping to satisfy her needs. There's a bottle of seasonings, some carrots cut up over there, a dash of salt, and some egg whites being whisked in a pan.

When I said anything, Lanaya blinked. Who exactly was this intimidating woman?

The woman saw them and glared menacingly at Carter. There was a pause in Lanaya's respiration.

That's it, "You will not take these cookies, Tarantino!" Her words echoed around the kitchen, and Carter laughed nervously.

As in, "I'm not here to take the cookies, madam chef."

Is it you, the cook, madam? Was this the pizza-night woman the guys, had looked so afraid of? To Lanaya's understanding, this made pe