~SARA~
“What?!” they both scream at the same time, their eyes widening in disbelief.
“It might look bad…” Mrs. Ford says, shoving a spoonful into her mouth. “But it tastes wonderful!”
Mira’s lips part in shock.
“That’s not possible.” She shrieks, stepping forward. “Sara can’t cook!”
Sir Alex Sr. shakes his head. “Well, it looks like you’re wrong, because what I taste here is excellent. It can be rated the same standard, if not higher, than meals from high-class chefs I’ve tried.”
Mira looks at MaryJane. MaryJane raises a brow, confused. Mira huffs, then turns and closes the distance between herself and the table.
She pulls the remaining pasta closer in the serving dish, then digs a fork into it, scooping up a portion.
The meal settles in her mouth in one swift bite, and she chews.
