Rose was humming a song absent-mindedly even as she walked into the kitchen, tied an apron around her midriff, and mentally listed everything she needed to make dinner.
Enzo had told her earlier that everything was ready.
Rose wanted to be thorough, and was therefore ready to make two main dishes, with a salad and a soup. Ergo, whoever wouldn’t like what she offered as a first option, would take the second.
Thankfully, Roman told her she would only be cooking for the main members, as opposed to breakfast, which was usually a busy thing. Enzo, being his usual charming and talkative self, had admitted that he didn’t like raw tomatoes much. He also let her in on the boss’ preferences and also Stefan’s.
Recalling that Flora was a fan of spinach, and she was currently on bedrest, she won
