For your information, Yura will be leaving tomorrow, but Jiyeon will return to Korea a week later as she had only a one-month trial at this school, just to learn more about cooking.
Returning to the manor that night, it was already dark. As soon as we entered, the maids greeted us warmly, and I was astonished to find a magnificent dinner spread out on the table.
The table was adorned with a sumptuous feast: a centerpiece of roasted duck glazed with honey and spices, surrounded by side dishes of creamy mashed potatoes, sautéed green beans with almonds, and a fresh garden salad. There were also delicate pastries, freshly baked bread, and a selection of fine cheeses. A bottle of vintage wine stood proudly among the dishes, its deep red liquid promising warmth and comfort.
Yura and I took our seats, the aroma of the food enveloping us, and started to eat. As we savored each bite, we talked about the past week we had spent apart.
