The Return of Lord Bryan

Chapter thirty seven

Freda sat in the living room of her house. It was sparkling neat as usual as the servants hurried about to set up her feast-like breakfast. She wasn't the sort to eat anything that was below her standard and she'd grown up having only the best of meals.

Walking down to the dining table, Freda pulled out the cutlery and touched the table with her fingertips, trying to check if there was any dust on it. "This is the best meal you could make?" She asked and looked at the chef who was looking down at his own feet, shaking like a leaf. Freda snapped at him, "Get out of my face and fix something nice for dessert! At least that should wash away the trash that you've made!" She snapped.

"Yes, ma'am," the chef said and was about to move away when he suddenly came back and asked, "Mistress, is there any particular dessert you'd like?"

Freda scowled at him, "Are you going to wait for me to tell you what to do with your job? Don't you know the right dessert for spaghetti bologna?" He asked.

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