Iris vaguely remembered the first time she cooked. Grace met with an accident on the stairs, leaving her bed ridden for a week. The Omegas came together and pushed her to the front to take up another job, cooking, along with many more.
With no prior experience and no one to guide her, Iris suffered multiple burns on her skin at the age of five or six.
Her small height didn't reach the stove. The hot spatula, the sweltering heat, the suffocating smell of oil and the overwhelming pressure to make something edible when her innocent eyes couldn't tell apart from salt and sugar, had dealt a heavy blow.
Unfortunately, Iris wasn't given any time to recover from it. Since the day she made anything edible, the kitchen duty stacked on top of many others.
But the years of experience in her ca
