This memory does not belong to this life; could he be reincarnated as well? The name I associate with him is Gavin. My recollections are jumbled, but I distinctly remember him calling me mother.
It struck me as quite strange. I turned away and walked off, my thoughts in disarray. I made my way to the kitchen, having initially stepped out to catch a glimpse of our guests. I am responsible for overseeing the kitchen, as designated by the Luna.
As soon as the head chef spotted me, she approached. "He is here, right? You should head to the dining room; I'll handle everything else," she said. I smiled in response, and Patricia winked at me as I hurried toward the dining area.
A moment later, the caterers and waitstaff began bringing in the food. Without needing any direction, they expertly a
