Raelynn
The next morning I woke up in a rare angry mood.
I don't normally feel angry when I wake up, but today I feel like slapping someone if they give me the wrong look.
In short, my hands feel itchy, so don't come into their range.
"What do you want to have for breakfast, Realynn," Rose asked with a sweet smile.
Rose is an old lady in her fifties. She is the head chef and very close to Damon since she took care of him from when he was a little kid.
He introduced her at dinner last night because she was away on a vacation that whole time.
And she is a fantastic cook, by the way.
"Nothing in particular, whatever, that will stop these hunger pangs tormenting my stomach, I replied in a grumpy voice, taking my seat aggressively.
Everyone at the dining table looked at me bewildered.
