Tiara saw them, the head maid and the wife of the chef there with her husband happily talking about something while her husband kept stirring something in the pan, probably making something. The couple was one of the most trusted servants that had been working for Blacks for like ten years.
She was standing on the doorstep of the modern and well-furnished kitchen as she watched the couple who was completely oblivious of her presence and cleared her throat to gain their attention who startled by the sudden disturbance looked at her with eyes as wide as saucer but relaxed after they realised it was her.
“Mrs. Black,” they both said in unison and gave her a polite and professional smile, “do you need anything?” the maid inquired but before Tiara could say anything, her husband, the chef ask
