CHAPTER FIFTY - SEVEN
Cherry had been so caught up in her revenge plot that she completely forgot one crucial detail—staying alive meant eating. I mean, how was she supposed to get back at anyone if she was six feet under?
The idea of being fed by the maids again made her roll her eyes. Ugh, boring.
How could someone like her, culinary prodigy, be stuck eating whatever these maids thought was "edible"?
With a mischievous grin, Cherry tiptoed her way toward the kitchen, making sure no one saw her sneaking in.
The second she shut the kitchen door, she got to work. If anyone was going to feed her, it was going to be her own hands.
Whenever Cherry stepped into a kitchen, the whole building practically vibrated with activity. Doors closed or not, everyone always knew when Cherry was cooking. The aromas alone could send out a flare signal.
