Alice ate with enthusiasm, enjoying the delicious and spicy meal, and ignoring Miss Stella's gaze on her. Once she was done with the first bowl, she picked up the glass of milk that had been prepared by the meticulous Miss Stella.
Alice didn't know what she was trying to do, or what she stood to achieve by looking so excitedly at her as she ate, or why she was even going so far to cook for her.
Was she related to Mark by chance? She glanced at Mark standing in the corner, leaning on the wall with his arms folded.
Hmm, they didn't have any similarities. If anything, they were complete opposites. While Mark was inclined and a bit dark around the edges, she was bright and often overly excited.
Not to talk of her glowing blond hair. It was very similar to gold. Just looking at her, one would think she was a Greek goddess.
"More?" Miss Stella asked and Alice nodded, wiping the milk drops left on her lips.
"Yeah,"
