Irene's POV

"This isn't right and you know it, how would she bare the all the tension and stats in cooking" 

"It's not my fault, I never meant to do anything to her" I uttered as I walked behind Emily to check on Daphne and her delicious food she was preparing.

"What you cooking Daphne?" Emily inquired as we both walked into the kitchen.

"Isn't it quite obvious? Apple stew and handmade sausage rolls" Daphne uttered in a mild tone, with the smile on her face I knew she loved what she was doing.

"If I'm thrilled with the aroma, I wonder what would happen if I get to taste...