Grace’s pov
“That’s not begging Mr Callas, but I will take what I can get,” I said and gestured that he sit down.
His eyes landed on my dad who was eating.
I watched as I tried to calm myself down and then sat down.
“Please dish up for Mr Callas,” I said to Sam who started putting food on Maxim’s plate.
Maxim didn’t even look at the food but was glaring at me.
“No matter how angry you are Mr. Callas, one shouldn’t be angry at food. All it does is nourish your body” I said.
“Yes Mr Callas, please have something,” my dad said.
He sighed before taking a bite.
I made the food and he always said how much he liked my cooking.
Will he know the similarity?
“Who cooked this food?” he asked his eyes wide.
“I did, is there something wrong?” I asked him and he shook his head and start
