LARA’S POV
When I was much younger, I jokingly asked one of our ladies-in-waiting or what they simply called housekeepers or maids to teach me how to cook. It was supposed to be a joke because I was basically bored and cooking seemed to be fun to do to pass time. I could have asked one of my father’s best chefs, but that is out of the option because he would have forbidden me to do it.
Cooking was easy and it was something I would do that would always surprise my manager…
I should not be thinking about my manager, but here I am thinking about her while I am cooking the best I can do with everything here in this godforsaken kitchen. I do not know if my manager is either mourning or celebrating that I am gone now. I cannot say for sure because aside from I gave her money from all
