That night was bound to be a sleepless night.
The sound of preparation of a feast came from downstairs from time to time. There were chefs and kitchen assistants, filling the house with footsteps and sounds of pots clanking.
Naomi was unable to sleep at all.
She stared dryly at the wall. After more than two hours, it was estimated that the feast was ready to be cooked as things had quieted down.
Naomi took advantage of the opportunity to close her eyes in a daze.
However, she should only take a nap for an hour at most before being woken up by a loud bang from outside.
"I said I don't want to eat! Get out, get out!"
It was a familiar voice from that annoying Culver who needed to be beaten up!
Naomi was really impressed that he did not want to eat the dishes on the dinner table.
Nao
