Amelia
The house was really quiet. The maids tried to make themselves invisible just in case dad was still mad.
Becca had still not resurfaced, Evans left for work related meetings and I was tired of seating on my hands.
Deciding to start preparing the dishes for the fundraiser, I headed to the kitchen.
“Do you need any help?” Lilian, the head chef asked.
She was a petite Latino woman with gorgeous grey hair and a gentle smile, that has been working for us before I was born. She didn't put herself in family matter but she would always be there holding snacks to cheer us up when we cried.
I really wanted alone time with my thoughts but, I couldn't make the quantity needed by myself.
“Sure.”
Lilian stood across me, waiting to hear what was in the menu.
“I'm cooking for a mix audien
