Mrs. Rosaline had sent us what looked like a royal dinner. My eyes widened at the variety in front of me; not that I have never had such huge variety of food but because in how less time she had presented in front of us, all the dishes. Matthew looked unfazed. He digged in his food, chewing them slowly and I mimicked him, putting the fork in my mouth and Holy Moly, the food melted on my tongue like nothing before. After how long was I eating food cooked by someone other than me? I didn't knew but it felt delicious, appetising.
I remember eating such varieties without much hard-work as Zara Larsson. Everything was spoon fed to her. But as Elina Green, I had to earn every cent. I leaned back in my chair, my eyes closed as my taste buds and nostrils filled with its delicious taste and aroma
