Author's note: this is from Seraphina's point of view
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I asked Duke to order for both of us, and he did it with a grin like he is the one personally cooking.
I'm a disaster in the kitchen. I can barely make a sandwich and pour boiling water over instant noodles as my parents never let me into the kitchen, and since I'm with Aldus, maids are tending to my needs.
Does Duke know how to cook? He would look extra-handsome in the kitchen, with an apron around his waist. Only apron and nothing else.
Focus, Serina!
Duke ordered a full meal with a soup and salad and filet mignon with several sides, and a chocolate cake for dessert.
I had no idea at what point plates with food changed, or if I ate at all.
I was drowning in the endlessly blue eyes of the man in front of me, and I didn't want to be rescued.
It was like a dream. Better than a dream.
