LAYLA
I shut the door behind me as soon as I left the kitchen.
Anger flooded through me making my chest to heave.
Why did he have to make things so hard for me?
I wanted to cry.
Del Morino had given me another impossible task just when I thought he had made the decision to behave normally and be very kind to me.
He was just the devil in disguise.
I scowled at the he had previously given me: *Bouillabaisse. *
A soup that until today I had never heard of. It wasn't just any bouillabaisse either, it was the kind that needed uncommon ingredients from the nearby pack or maybe two packs away from what one of the maids had told me.
I muttered to myself as I strode over to the pack gates .
Does he think I’m his servant or something?
He enjoys torturing me even though he has all the p
