Poppy’s P.O.V
I left the boys to speak with one another over a game of pool as I made my way down to the kitchen. I entered into the large newly remodelled kitchen to meet with two of the head chefs. A man and woman stood before me, dressed completely in black chefs jacket with chef hats.
“Luna Poppy.” The two spoke in unison, dropping their head as a sign of respect.
“Please, just Poppy.” I smiled at them as I sat at a barstool in the kitchen, opening my notebook. The large notebook in front of me was filled with scribbles of menu ideas. The chefs stood in front of me as I began to speak.
“I think for tonight’s dinner we should serve our guests something elegant yet simple.”
“Steak?” One chef spoke quickly before the second spoke up.
“Maybe some pork?” I nodded my head and began sc
