"Who told you to stop?" Selene's thunder-like voice echoes in the palace. The pregnant woman walks back and forth, munching her macarons while watching the servants fight.
She woke up so groggy, and when she descended into the kitchen, she witnessed a sore in the eyes scenario. Two of the kitchen helper fought over something for a very petty reason—a knife. One says she's assigned to cut, yet the other stole her position. Selene can just let it slide if she wants to, but it angers her when the pieces of pasta fly straight to her face, not to mention that it was scalding.
"Have you both learned your lesson now?"
If not for their chaotic behavior, she would have pasta for breakfast instead of macarons.
"Yes, goddess," both uttered in unison, kneeling in front of her.
"From now on, both
