Chapter Twenty-Four.
Leon sat at the dining table across from Safron, eating the tasty risotto with gusto.
“This is good. Really good,” he complimented her, as he placed another fork filled with rice, peppers and a slice of sausage into his mouth, letting out a moan of approval.
Safron felt her cheeks heat at the compliment. She had once cooked for her supposed family, but they had been less than complimentary about her efforts. When she looked back at her life, there were many such incidents, which she never thought much about, until now. She had just believed she was not very good at cooking, singing, or anything else she tried. That was why she was told she could go to cadets, whilst Patricia had all the dance lessons, singing lessons, because her sister was deemed as the talen
