"We're sorry, miss, it's the boss's order," the stout maid said.
"We'll help you get dressed," the slender maid added.
The two maids assisted Kayla as she tried on the simple blue gown she had chosen. As they helped her into the dress, Kayla felt comfortable in the plain attire, appreciating its understated beauty and uniqueness.
"You have beautiful skin, it's smooth and flawless," the stout maid complimented her as they continued to help Kayla.
Once she was dressed, Kayla looked at herself in the mirror and smiled at her reflection. "This is perfect, thank you," she said sincerely to the maids.
The slender maid beamed with joy. "We're glad you like it, Kayla. You look lovely in it."
As they came out of the dressing room, they found Peter walking toward them.
"Why is she dressed like this?" Peter asked the two maids.
"She chose this dress herself," the slender maid replied as they both lowered their heads.
"I was the one who selected the dress since I like to wear something plain and simple," Kayla said.
"Plain and simple? Out of all the boss's women, she's the only one who has ever said she wants something simple and plain," Peter thought to himself.
"I respect your decision. I see you've picked a dress. I came to ask what you'd like to eat," Peter inquired.
"I'd like to eat the food I make," Kayla replied.
This dumbfounded everyone. "Please, Miss Kayla, the boss will be furious if we allow you near the kitchen, let alone cook," Peter said.
"I'm not some kind of princess who needs assistance with everything. I've already allowed the maids to dress me. I love cooking, and I'd like to prepare my food myself," Kayla insisted.
"Can you please reconsider?" Peter asked.
"No, I will only eat food I've made myself," Kayla said with a firm gaze. This lifestyle, where everything is done by maids, feels strange to her, as she's used to being the one taking care of everything.
"Okay, if that's what you want," Peter reluctantly agreed.
"Which way to the kitchen?" Kayla asked.
"This way, Miss Kayla," the stout maid said as they led Kayla to the kitchen.
Kayla followed them into a lavishly furnished kitchen that exuded luxury and wealth. Every top-class cooking tool and piece of equipment were neatly arranged on the shelves. The kitchen was a culinary haven, a testament to both luxury and culinary excellence.
Smooth, polished marble countertops stretched across the room, providing an expansive workspace that gleamed under the soft overhead lights. Hanging above, a set of gleaming pots and pans were meticulously arranged, offering both utility and aesthetics.
The cabinets that lined the walls were crafted from rich mahogany, each one a work of art in itself. Their intricate carvings and glass doors, through which fine china and exquisite cookware could be glimpsed, added a touch of timeless elegance.
One corner was graced by a majestic stainless steel refrigerator. The surface was adorned with magnets displaying photos and notes, hinting at the personal touch that made this grand kitchen a warm and welcoming place. Inside, it held an array of fresh, high-quality ingredients, from succulent fruits to artisanal cheeses.
The centre island took centre stage, a culinary masterpiece in its own right. Its granite surface, with intricate grey and white veins, imparted a sense of timeless charm. Here, an impressive array of top-tier culinary gadgets stood proudly, including high-end blenders, food processors, and stand mixers, all gleaming in their polished glory.
The professional-grade stove, with multiple burners and a stainless steel hood above, was a true chef's delight. Its knobs promised precise control over the art of cooking.
Hanging gracefully above the island, a chandelier of sparkling crystals cast a warm and inviting glow over the entire kitchen. It was as if the culinary arts themselves had found their muse in this very room.
The walk-in pantry, a treasure trove of ingredients, contained everything a culinary enthusiast could dream of. Rows of imported spices in glass jars, fine wines, and aged balsamic vinegar were neatly organized on the shelves. Each container was labelled with care, hinting at the meticulous planning that went into every dish.
In this remarkable kitchen, no expense had been spared, and no detail overlooked. It was a place where culinary dreams took flight, where art and cooking merged seamlessly, and where the tantalizing scent of sumptuous creations filled the air.
Kayla was blown away by the never-ending amazement she had encountered since entering the house.
She walked into the kitchen, opened the refrigerator, and Peter and the two maids watched as Kayla prepared her meal.
With her hair tied up and wearing an apron, Kayla began cooking a simple meal of noodles and eggs. Despite its simplicity, her every movement was precise and enchanting, resembling that of a skilled chef.
She worked neither too slowly nor too fast, reminiscent of a top-notch chef. The food emitted a mouthwatering scent.
Within minutes, Kayla was finished, and she served the food onto different plates, even saving one for the peerless but mysterious beauty.
"I'm done," Kayla said, wiping the sweat from her face.
"You made a lot of food; may I ask why?" Peter inquired.
"I made it for all of us," Kayla answered with a warm smile.
The two maids looked at each other, torn between wanting to avoid their boss's anger and following Kayla's request.
"I'll feel bad if my hard work goes to waste. We don't have to tell him about it, so you don't get punished," Kayla suggested.
"Okay," Peter reluctantly agreed.
"That's great," Kayla said with a bright smile.
"We'll set the dining table," the slender maid said as they both got into action. They transferred the hot noodles to the dining table.
"Leave one for your boss; I want to give it to him as a thank-you," Kayla said.
"I'll keep it in the microwave," the stout maid said.
Seated at the dining table with plates of instant noodles wafting an enticing aroma, Peter and the two maids gazed at the food with trepidation.
They were caught in a dilemma, unsure whether to eat or not.
"Please, eat before it gets cold," Kayla encouraged them.
"Yes, Miss Kayla," they all replied in unison as they dipped their spoons into the bowls of noodles.
With their first bites, they were immediately captivated by the unique blend of flavours in the noodles, and their initial reluctance was forgotten.
"It's so delicious; you're an amazing cook," Peter complimented as he savoured the noodles.
"Yes, this is the best noodle I've ever tasted," the stout maid said as she devoured her portion.
"I'm glad you all liked it," Kayla said.
They all ate happily when suddenly, the temperature in the room dropped drastically, and Peter felt a shiver run down his spine.
"Leon is here," Peter thought, his face pale and sweating.
A few meters away, a man with a dark and unforgiving expression approached. His hostility seemed boundless as if it could engulf the entire world.
"You really are having a nice time" Leon's cold voice vertebrated in the dining room.