We eventually made our way downstairs, sitting on the couch and trying to figure out what to do. She suggested trying to cook but I quickly shut it down as I didn't have the mood to be burning something in the kitchen.
"I could have Estefan cook something for us," Eliza suggests, pulling out her phone. I look at her in confusion, wondering who Estefan was.
"Who is Estefan?" I finally asked, looking at her as she types. She types quite fast, and I wonder why I only noticed until now. I guess I was too focused on trying to fake my smiles to really get to know Eliza.
"He is our professional cook, he lives in the guest house with the rest of the help my parents hired to take care of me since they are too busy." I can sense the bitterness in her voice at the end but I don't prod, it isn't as
