Chapter 11：Breakfast Test

Cynthia’s POV

Before I can protest, the maids leave me alone in the kitchen, and I’m stuck with an impossible task ahead of me.

The doors slam shut behind them, and the sound echoes throughout the vast room. My heart starts to race. I walk over to the pantry frantically, gaze raking over the ingredients and praying my memory will come back just enough to save me.

It doesn’t work, though. Nothing is familiar about this. Cooking must be new to me–I have no clue where to start.

Maybe it’s because I’ve never cooked before.

But if I’m really as lowly as the Omega maids claim I am, shouldn’t I be quite used to cooking by now?

“You know I can’t do this!” I shout into the empty kitchen, but it’s no use.

I sigh, grab a few ingredients off the shelves at random, and get to work.

Two hours later, the maids sweep back into the kitchen, muttering and giggling to themselves wickedly. I step back from my handiwork so they can appraise it.

My hair is thrown back in a messy ponytail. My back hurts