CHAPTER 49

••••🍀RACHEL🍀

|Manhattan,New York|Collins Manor|:|A Month Later|:“You haven’t eaten from your plate, my love. Do you want to have something else?” Father asked.We were having breakfast in the gazebo of the central garden that circumnavigated the paths that led to other peculiar gardens.My father lived a lavished lifestyle. Everything was to his disposal, he could afford anything he ever wanted due to his purchasing power. Unlike the satisfaction that wealth brought, it can never be substituted for happiness. I sighed, cutting into the Confit De Canard(Duck Confit) with aid of my cutleries. A French dish comprising of duck meat, salted and boiled in oil and then preserved in a cool place.It was my favorite dish as a child, thus, my father always made sure that it was specially prepared by one of the best chefs in the world and served to me whenever I wanted.I was spoiled by him. A spoilt brat who always had her way as long as the name Blake was concerned.Due to my father’s nature of