Clarissa

It was Monday afternoon and my tension was calm. The weather was moist and the atmosphere was idyllic.

I just finished displaying my culinary skills in the kitchen by preparing fried rice mixed with other gastronomical spices. There were lots of chefs around the house, but I hated being idle.

Besides, cooking was my hobby. I preferred meals made by me, and I'd rather cook for myself than let the servants make me spicy foods.

I dished out the plate from the kitchen to have myself pressurized.

“Should I wait for Danny or should I go ahead and keep his food separately?” I thought to myself.

Danny often enjoys...