When she woke up the next morning, the bed was empty; Czar was nowhere to be found. After a quick shower, she headed downstairs to look for him, only to be met with a sight she least expected.
A group of chefs and kitchen staff were huddled in the hallway outside the kitchen, looks of sheer worry and shock etched across their faces. When Seraphina asked what was happening, one of them wordlessly pointed inside. She followed his gaze, and her breath caught in her throat.
Czar was cooking.
The pristine, professional kitchen was a total disaster. The air was heavy with the smell of burnt toast, flour was dusted over every surface like fallen snow, and Czar himself was a complete mess. His hair was streaked with white powder, and his expensive shirt was splattered with batter. Seraphina bit
