Yvette's POV
I did, and oh my… they were delicately made salmon-topped toasts. I looked at her, not believing anyone would spend their time making such a design on a meal.
"Mira?" I dragged her name, which only made her laugh.
On one side of the plate, she had stacked the salmon horizontally so that one border was overlapping the next, while on each toast, she had made a helix design from the extra thin slices of salmon and cucumbers. The eggs were perfect and had no running yolk save for the smiley face design she had made on each one.
"Now I'm going to feel so bad for eating breakfast," I pouted.
"Don't be like that, Miss Yvette. It was Knox's order that you feed healthier to make up for lost nutrients after the transfusion. Plus, I really enjoyed making these for you,"
