(Aurora’s POV)
It was the weekend, and I was in the kitchen, preparing lunch with the help of the servants and chefs. Cooking had become a habit for me, whenever I had the time, I loved making at least one meal for everyone. It gave me a sense of home.
And I loved the kitchen staff. They made the atmosphere lively, warm, and welcoming. Unlike before, when everyone only focused on their tasks, now there was laughter, lighthearted banter, and a comforting ease that filled the air.
Everyone was engrossed in their work, chopping, stirring, and plating, when James walked in. I looked up and he greeted me with a professional nod, to which I responded with a small smile. He then, turned his attention to one of the cooks.
“Don’t forget, the day after tomorrow, you need to prepare the feast lik
