“That’s right! Check the kitchen if you
don’t believe me,” Lisbeth replied with a smile.
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“No, I believe you! I just… I just can’t help but think you’re too kind to me. I’m already getting really nervous,” I admitted.
1 couldn’t understand why a family so high in the hierarchy would do so much for a mere tailor. Even if my designs were exceptional, the Kenways could have easily found other fashion designers.
“Don’t be nervous, dear. I simply like you. You’re very pleasant,” she said warmly.
“T–Thank you, ma’am.” I honestly couldn’t believe my luck.
While Lisbeth changed into her usual clothes, I texted Jean
Me: [Is Chef Remy taking a leave today at The Oriole?]
Jean: [Yeah, he is! How did you know? He has five days off a month. As long as he applies for leave a day earlier, we always grant it. He said he needed a break today.]
I gripped my phone tightly. So Soren meant it when he said could come to the Kenway residence and eat) food for free?
Oh my God!
Lisbeth reappeared and noticed my expression.
“What’s wrong? Are you trying to come up with another excuse to decline lunch?” she teased.
Remy’s
I chuckled weakly. “No, it’s just… You’re too nice to me, Madame Kenway. I can’t help but feel nervous. I mean, growing up, very few people were ever nice to me. Not even my family, you know. They didn’t love me. But I’m sure you already know that.
“Ever since I’ve known you and your family, everyone has been nothing but kind to me. It feels like I’m in a dream, “I confessed, letting my thoughts spill out.
She patted the back of my hand reassuringly. “Sweetie, you’re a good girl who’s been dealt an unfair hand in life. Just hearing about what you’ve been through makes my heart ache.
“But it’s alright now. If you don’t mind, I can be your family. You’ll have one more person who loves you.”
Tears welled up in my eyes. “I… I… I don’t know what to say!
“Oh, think nothing of it, dear. One day you’ll understand why the universe brought us together,” she said warmly, though her words carried a cryptic undertone.
I frowned. What?
“Lunch is ready, ma’am,” Charles announced.
“Perfect timing!” she chirped. “Come on, time for lunch! Let’s see if it’s to your liking.”
I was about to follow her when a thought struck me. “Um, is Mr. Kenway home? I’ve finished his design and would like him to see it.“”
She glanced at the antique wall clock.
“Can’t say for sure at this hour,” she
mured. “Let me call him.”
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She dialed quickly. “Ren, Taylor’s here for lunch. Are you coming home? She said she’s finished your designs and would like you to see them.
“Oh, really? Alright, try your best then. Right, we’ll have lunch first while we wait for you.”
She turned back to me. “He said he’s almost done with work, but we should eat in the meantime. No need to wait.”
