Brewing

DAPHINE POV

After successfully pulling myself together and not letting Ella see through what was brewing in my mind. We headed towards the dining table where Ella began setting the table.

It was just me and the Rory's new girl who Ella told me her name. Celine, I couldn't deny that the name was as beautiful as she was but I was inwardly cursing her manners. From the way she looked down at the food Ella had laid down, I could tell I didn't like her. The aroma was compelling, it wafted through my nostril and almost made me forget her existence.

Almost. Because the instance we both dug in, I moaned at the exquisite taste soundly but a loud hiss interrupted me. To my side, Celine had her fork mid air with the most disgusting expression I had ever seen. "You burnt the onions." Celine complaints.

I made to butt in and point out to her that it was just perfect, deeply fried and it was responsible for the rich taste of the breakfast. But Celine didn't let me, she reached for the glass of wate