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Beyond the two-way glass, the Playground’s most elite members were gathering. They took their seats in silence. Sipped from crystal glasses. Crossed their legs. They had seen many things on this stage—ruin, rebirth, degradation—but tonight, the spectacle had a different tension. Because Damian was there. And he wasn’t commanding. He was watching. Mistress stopped pacing. She walked toward Celeste with the slow grace of a predator in silk. Her fingers brushed the leash clipped to Celeste’s collar, and with one firm tug, she forced her head back.

She smiled with her eyes half-closed, telling me stories from Orion’s childhood, when suddenly a figure rushed forward and slapped the bouillabaisse out of her hands. The soup splashed all over her face and clothes, even into her eyes. I didn’t have time to demand an explanation. Neither did Mr. Hale. We hurried to wipe her clean. However, Vera refused to let it go. "Lyra, do you even know what kind of place this is? This is Mooncrest Pavilion! Where did trashy, poor people like you come from? You can’t even finish a bowl of bouillabaisse without packing it up, and you still have the nerve to eat here?"

"I sure will." She turned and walked away, leaving Edmund alone with his thoughts. ****** Charlotte Baker was not a happy woman. She was not happy because the boeuf bourguignon she had painstakingly cooked for Edmund had been reduced to a viscous, charred mass at the bottom of a casserole dish. Earlier, she'd dismissed the live-in maid so she could prepare the meal herself for Edmund. She was not happy because she'd done her hair and put on her prettiest dress all for nothing.

"Mr. Lewis had specially ordered some very high-end gourmet dishes. I went in there and served them drinks just now, and my, Ms. Clark is so beautiful! She's a perfect match with Master Cedrick!" "It's that true?" "Of course! Master Cedrick is also not as cold as we thought. He was so gentle with Ms. Clark. Also, there was a small red mark on the collar of his shirt, and I'm guessing it's a lipstick stain…" "Wow, I envy them so much..." The waitresses all looked very excited. How they wished the woman sitting beside Cedrick was them. Maia fidgeted with her nails as she heard them, scrubbing the crystal nail polish so aggressively she almost broke them!

And the gambling lieutenant leaned back in his chair, a lazy grin curling at his mouth, watching Sebastian squirm with all the leisurely cruelty of a cat toying with a trapped mouse. Meanwhile, my mother, of all people, had decided to make Misha her personal project. Every time he so much as cleared half his plate, another spoonful appeared, like clockwork. Roasted chicken. Green beans. Bread. It was relentless. “I’m fine,” Misha muttered, pushing the plate back slightly. “You’re not fine,” Camille countered, unruffled as ever. She plopped another piece of chicken onto his plate, firm as a queen ordering her subject. “You barely eat. You look like a stick.”

I said. “You are welcome dear.” We started off cooking and gradually, madam Irene showed me step by step on how to prepare the Italian sauce and when I tasted it, it was heavenly. “Hmmm, this tastes so amazing.” I said as I licked my lips repeatedly. “Really?? I feel like it is missing something.” She said as she tasted it again. “I don't think so madam.” “Oh yes!!!!” She walked into the wine cellar and brought out a bottle of wine.

she lied. "Besides from cooking, if you are going to ask, I also have more hidden talents. I can do anything you think I'm capable of," Nerissa smiled sweetly at Ms. Cynthia who had a puzzled expression on her face. "Oh... Then, can I taste your skills later?" Ms. Cynthia looked up with hopeful eyes. "Sure!" Nerissa nodded happily. "And by the way, Aunt. I just heard that your favorite home dish for lunch is chicken parmesan. I can cook that for you!" This time, Mateo's mother was really surprised. She looks interested at Nerissa.

Even the chef and his sous chef were looking at their mistress in confusion from how excited she was despite the captor had told her that it had just crushed a bird in seconds. “Um… Mistress, please do not approach too close to it,” the timid maid with short light blue hair said. She said that while reaching her hand out to stop her mistress, but not all the way because she was afraid she would disturb her mistress too much. The madam blinked her eyes multiple times. She then held her index finger up and slowly reaching in on the dead creature, ignoring her maid’s plea not to touch it. Poke. Jiggle. Poke. Jiggle jiggle.

Damon shoved his hands in his pocket after telling the maid that he would be right down before he turned to me while opening the door wider gesturing that I take a leave. I took cue and left the room forgetting to him my reply on proving myself. I went straight down to see Beatriz smiling while talking to a lady, I didn't get to see her face since she her back was faced at me but I could still describe long dangling hair that reached her bottom. She had a designer bag, one that I have been dying to have for a long time now..... Yeah I am a sucker for anything bags and jewelries. The ambiance of the room changed when Damon walk down the stairs and the lady turned her head slowly which made he

– she looked at him for a moment, before staring at him as if he were planning to eat him alive – But you are… Simply delicious. - Believe me... Nothing can be compared to you in this fantasy. You'll be very lucky if she still exists when we're alone and I rip her out of her body. – he grunted, desirous, as soon as they stopped in front of the drinks table – So, which one is the miracle juice? - Right here...! – Looking extremely excited, Missy pointed to a huge glass jug with a small yellow faucet at the end – It's so delicious, love! I have never tasted something so good...! – she suddenly gave him a smirk – Well, except you of course.