*CHAPTER 65*
Stella:
The moment Tristan suggested giving me a tour of his mansion, I almost rolled my eyes. Not because I didn’t want to see it, but because of how casually he mentioned having a cook who was preparing lunch for us and how we could spend touring while waiting for lunch to be ready. A cook. As if everyone had one tucked somewhere in their house, ready to whip up a three-course meal at the snap of a finger.
“A cook?” I couldn’t help the incredulousness in my voice. “Do you also have a butler who calls you ‘Master Tristan’?”
He smirked, leaning lazily against the marble bannister. “No, but I do have a gardener who hates me because I once tried to trim a hedge and ruined his masterpiece. Haven’t been allowed near a pair of shears since.”
I couldn’t help but laugh. “I can’t
