At 6.30 AM, Olivier returned to the villa after his morning exercise routine. The sound of utensils clanging and things bumping into one another came from the kitchen. Olivier could easily tell whoever it was was just a beginner in cooking.
Fleur was still in her shower robe, wavy hair tied into a loose bun which revealed her dainty pale neck.
She was carefully frying an egg, flipping it over to its other side. The moment she checked on it with her spatula, yolk splattered outwards.
Nearly half a dozen deflated looking fried eggs sat in the trash bin beside her.
Olivier walked over and said sullenly, "Where's Camille?"
Fleur turned around in surprise, eyes catching on his toned muscles beneath his white sweatshirt.
"Camille is on leave today, so I'll make us breakfast."
The egg burn
