To Be A Duchess
“Look, Miss, as much as I want to grant your request I---“ The man started but was cut off when his wife entered the premises. By what she was holding, she might be coming from the kitchen. The wife had a gentle smile on her face as she walked closer to her husband and to me. She holds that casserole with cute mittens on her hands, the steam still trying to escape from the lid, and the smell was so inviting that I want to have a taste. It was so flagrantly tasty, and the smell was familiar to me.
“Come on Eustace, let the girl go. I am sure that she is very worried for her friend.” The wife spoke with a high pitched voice, but it was soothing and not infuriating at all. the wife even winked