"How? We don't know anything." "We don't have to.
To her, it was a debatable point, but in that regard, she planned to pick her battles so she would stand a better chance of winning. During her catering classes, she had learned that the customer was always right. She was confident that she had done well, but she still needed comments.
Michael gave her a smile which she returned, somewhat nervously, because she was waiting for the verdict of everyone concerning her cooking. "Well?" She asked because she had made the food herself. ONE MONTH LATER By evening in the Ray Mansion, Zee stood at the diner table, watching the Rays eat a meal of fried rice and turkey.
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