Ch -111 . Timer

Ashley's POV:

I take another few steps forward, holding myself together at the seams. I slowly start to lift the covers from the dishes that are placed on the table.

Filet of Halibut fish… lobster carbonara… soup dumplings… fried shrimp salad… roast beef and pudding… deep fried olives with cheese…

Just the aroma of all the foods that I'm uncovering is tempting me to forget all about the conditions under which I am here, or even the fact that I am being compelled to eat.

Because as I keep lifting the lids, I see everything that has been placed on the table, is indeed my favorite. And I have to admit, I haven't had any of these since my parents have left.

Even the Neapolitan pizza is from my favorite joint in New York, even though others might consider it trashy.

But the question of whether or not I like these things isn't important right now; the important question is, how does this person know about all of this?

I am forced to think that maybe, even Tiffany is not aware of all these