CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO

Nora’s POV

“Miss Nora, noodles or pasta?” the chef asked.

"Milk,” I announced. The chef chuckled. Maybe that was a bit too cheerful, which earned me another look from the chef. I laughed nervously. My cheeks were now the shade of a fire truck. Now, this was embarrassing.

“Dylan was the best graduate in his class,” I said.

"Oh, now I see,” she smiled. I searched her face to know if she bought it, but it looked like she didn’t care. I was in a good mood, but I couldn’t tell why.

The rest of the cooking was done in absolute silence. Well, except for when she had to ask about certain things about the food. Of which my voice was super low. I asked the chef to leave the food on the kitchen table and go have some rest.

“Dylan!” I yelled as I placed the food on the dining table. As I took a seat, I realized that Dylan was not yet down.

"Dylan, don’t make me come up there!”

"Coming, mom!” he said. He must be nestled in front of the video game. I knew Michael was spoiling him. He literally gave