The morning sun peeked through the massive windows of the mansion as Jiyeon padded into the kitchen, determined to create the most luxurious breakfast Yura had ever seen. After the weirdness of the previous night where Yura had almost figured out that Jiyeon was planning something she wanted today to be perfect.
Jiyeon stretched her arms, rolling her shoulders before diving headfirst into the kitchen. She had an idea for breakfast that would combine both Korean and French cuisine into something that would blow Yura's cold, rich socks off.
"Alright, let's get to work. Time to impress that cold-hearted CEO again," Jiyeon muttered to herself, as she grabbed a pristine white apron and tied it around her waist.
That's when it happened.
[Good morning, Chef Jiyeon. You've been slacking, haven't you?]
Jiyeon nearly dropped the carton of eggs she was holding. "Oh, for the love of kimchi, you again?!"
