MIRANDA "Let’s meet at college. I think we can talk better in person." Then the call dropped, and I wasn’t sure what she meant, but I shrugged it off.My stomach was rumbling impatiently as it was taking a while for him to bring my meal. I hissed in annoyance and stood up.As I walked downstairs, my footsteps echoed on the steps. When I reached the dining room, it was empty. I turned toward the kitchen, where I could hear some noise.I approached the kitchen and found Owen wearing an apron, just like Stella and two other maids. They were all busy with dishes; Stella was making stew, pouring in the seasoning, while the others cut and seasoned the meat.I chuckled when I saw Owen chopping vegetables on the cutting board."What are you doing, helping to cook?" I asked, walking towards him as he nudged me back.“Mum, do you know if he can actually cook? He might mess things up,” I said, folding my arms. Stella, frying the meat, shook her head.“Honestly, I think he cooks better than you.
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