Sweat pours down her chest as she opens the oven to check on the roast. It seems silly, but she has put so much effort into this meal. Grant had specifically asked her to make him dinner. Something about this request seemed different to her than any of the previous meals. It was expected of her to cook anyways, but he personally asked her this time. He said to make two plates and join him, but after seeing Sophia in his bed she just can’t bring herself to sit in an awkward silence across from him. How unnatural anyways, Master and his servant dining together.
The heat from the oven warms her face. She brings the oven mitt up to wipe away the droplets of moisture gathering on her forehead. The roast is looking great and smells even better, it is going to go so well with the sides she has m
