The day began with a noise of sounds emanating from the kitchen as a determined mistress endeavoured to lift her lord’s spirits. Parisa and Shila, although sceptical about Sharou’s explanation for Darya’s departure, refrain from probing further.
Shila stood aside as Parisa playfully coated herself in flour while attempting to prepare breakfast with the kitchen staff. “Join us, Shila. It’s much more fun than it seems. Sharou will appreciate this meal even more when he learns we made it together.”
“Or he’ll request a pack of tissues.” Shila loitered near the entrance, peering into the pots and pans. “At least the food appears edible,” she remarked with a scoff.
After their culinary efforts, Parisa swiftly dashed to her room for a bath, coaxing Shila to do the same.
When Sharou emerged fr
