I finished up at the gym and went back to my room to take a long relaxing shower. I put on a comfy sweatshirt matched with biker shorts.
With breakfast on my mind, I went to the kitchen to make something.
It's Sunday and my family doesn't normally have breakfast together so I'm eating in my room.
"Miss Pierce, what do you want for breakfast?" Our in-house chef asked.
"Don't bother I will make something myself."
The chef was taken aback not because I can't Cook, it because it has been ages since I did.
I lived with Harper during college and after college. I had to do the cooking. Harper hates the kitchen.
When I came back home after my injury, I got lazy and stopped cooking because we have a chef and now I have a boyfriend who loves to cook for me. I'm a lucky girl.
"Okay, " The chef stepped away.
Not wasting much time did a tasty waffle omelette with love for breakfast.
