Diana fidgeted her fingers with anxiety, as she stood by the large glass swinging doors of the kitchen.
She watched with extreme care as the house helps took the prepared dishes out to be served at the dining table one after the other.
“Make sure to place them on the heating racks. I don’t want any dish to get cold before Mrs. Sarmiento arrives.” She ordered the house keepers, who simply nodded and carefully carried out the serving dishes towards the dining hall.
Diana took in a deep breath, trying her best to fight her anxiety as she turned towards the kitchen and spun her gaze around the large space, making sure that every single thing that she had thought to cook and serve for dinner was being shifted in to the serving dishes by the house help.
The swinging doors opened up at once a
