"Talk about being a noble," Regina scoffed, looking down at the hefty heavy skirt of her dress in her hand. If she was wearing her normal clothes like she normally does back at candlestone, she wouldn't have been sweating this way.
And she certainly wouldn't have had people staring at her like a madwoman just because she was cooking.
"You need to stop this. Allow the cooks to do their job, My Lady," Jade said exasperatedly.
Regina sighed, wiped the sweat trickling down her forehead with the back of her hand. It was the only place she had thought was not covered in black. But she was wrong because she had smudged the black paint from the pot on her forehead.
"I am not stopping anyone from doing their job," she grumbled, eyeing the cooks that simply stood by the side and watched her. "An
