In a particular area of the kitchen, the incessant sound of knife cuts echoed amidst the bustling kitchen staff. Knitted brows and frown lines etched Odella's face as she held a knife, chopping vegetables with swift, forceful strokes.
"Hey, hey, sweetheart! Take it easy," Carol remarked, noting the frustration etched on Odella's face. She worried that Odella's excessive irritation might lead to an accident. "What exactly happened between you and Mr. Ferell? Just the other day, you were blushing like a teenager."
Carol wasn't guessing; she was confident that Caleb was somehow responsible for Odella's emotional state. Odella slammed the knife down on the table with a resounding thud, then let out a frustrated sigh. The kitchen staff working nearby couldn't help but be startled by her ou
