Chapter Forty one

Zirah's POV

Without overthinking too much about it, I uploaded the video and turned my phone down on the bed not wanting to look at what I'd done. I went into the shower quickly, to not be tempted by checking what I did and perhaps taking it down. I bathed, dressed up, and went downstairs to get something for breakfast.

Greeting the cook with a smile on my face in a much better mood than before, I walked over to where she was and peered over her shoulder to see what was smelling so deliciously. I decided to help around instead of bread or worry some more about my predicament and soon enough, we were both giggling at laughing at my silly attempts to properly mix in the filling for the pie we were about to make when I heard an angry, loud voice stomping up the stairs yelling my name. It was Noah.

Hmm, he took longer than I expected him to.

"Zirah, WHAT THE HELL?!" His loud voice as he stomped into the pristine white kitchen made the cook jump up in fear, even his face was all scrunc