Veronica's POV 

“Good morning, ma.” The thin voice, the aura and gestures although sounded familiar, I couldn't recognize that face. 

I glanced my eyes through her body, my tongue gently glossing my lips.

“You don't seem to recognize me, do you?” She asked, wearing an excitement all over her face while she let some air out of her lips.

“Good morning and who are you?” I asked, paying attention to everything going on around her body.

“My name is Bella, and I am here to apply for the role of a chef in your restaurant,” she said softly, looking in my eyes.

I shot a glare at her face while...