Taking a relaxed shower Aubrey dressed in her usual capris, tank top and this time a gray cardigan. She wasn’t shy to admit the mansion was freezing, kept at a steady sixty degrees at all times. It was a little much for a southern-raised girl.
Dressed for the day she headed downstairs. Nicolas had already told her about breakfast and lunch usually being served buffet-style with strict time limits but she honestly wasn’t all that hungry. Last night’s dinner had been the blandest meat-and-potato dish she had ever forced down. Did these people have no concept of flavor?
One look at Jamie was enough to know he felt the same way. Perhaps one of the reasons Nicolas learned to cook was to experience something better. Today she would cook them something special and let the others drool in their
