Violet's POV

Vince and I sat in the dining room as Jadon served us our meals.

“Thank you,” I appreciated his gestures.

Taking a few spoons, I couldn't deny how the meal tasted great.

“Are you sure the chef didn't help you with any of this?” I asked him with a raised eyebrow, earning hearty laughter from him.

“Are you saying I lack culinary skills, I just don't have time to. I am such a good cook.” Jason said, making me smile at him.

“The food is splendid!” I praised.

"Of course it was cooked by me, not by someone else," he said with pride.

I knew he was talking...