Who else could it be? Other than this perfect chef that was all masked, always giving a spotlight whenever she prepares a meal.
Someone thought.
"I've been waiting for you," the coated man silently muttered as he watched how Cherry walked towards their table.
As she walked, Cherry's eyes rested on Rafael's face. He wasn't looking normal. His attitude was strange.
But regardless, she threw her face again and walked straight up.
After all, this was the last meal she was going to be preparing, she had had enough information to confront the manger about and make him confess his sins.
She also needed to be out of there fast before Carlos begins another lecture with her.
Finally, she reached the table of this gentleman on a coat who had kept a gentle face while she approached him.
She bent down and dropped the food.
