~SARA~
WHAM!
I let the crate crash onto the gray tiled counter.
Everyone stops moving, turning to my direction.
I point at the crate, narrowing my brows. “Who did this?”
Martha blinks. “Did what?”
“Give me rotten ingredients,” I say, pushing the crate toward her.
She frowns. “Impossible. We don’t keep rotten food in the mansion.”
“Well, it looks like there’s an exception today because all I see here is spoiled food.” I say.
She steps forward, still frowning, and pulls the crate closer. She picks up one of the ingredients—a cabbage—and sniffs it. Her eyes widen instantly. She drops the cabbage back into the crate and wipes her hands with a towel.
“This is impossible,” she says, rubbing her palms frantically against the towel like she just touched something disgusting. “We don’t le
