Mandy's POV
Lunch at the Carrington Estate turned out to be far more elaborate than I had expected.
I sat across from Mrs. Carrington, still feeling slightly uneasy.
She had personally instructed the staff, making sure every detail was handled carefully. The dishes arrived one by one, each plated to perfection. The aroma was subtle yet inviting.
It was the same chef.
I recognized the flavors immediately.
Mrs. Carrington watched me with a gentle smile.
"Does it suit your taste?"
"Very much," I replied honestly.
She seemed pleased.
"You've been working so hard lately," she said softly. "It's important to take care of yourself."
Her tone was nice, almost maternal.
That warmth made me uncomfortable.
Not because it felt insincere but because it felt too
