Now it was time for breakfast. It was only six, but I was so hungry I told the chef to prepare something.
A lot of food.
"Give me the best you have."
"Yes, ma'am."
They brought three dishes. My favorites.
But every spoonful was too bitter. I spat them all on the table.
Why was I being so sensitive to smell and taste now? I'm hungry.
"Ma'am, we have other delicacies."
"No, you don't. This is all crap." I wanted to control my words, but saying the truth was better than lying. The food was a mess. "Are you all professional chefs or street food dealers?"
Oh, too rude. I shouldn't judge. Some street food can be nice, but be careful—not all are healthy.
"I'm sorry, ma'am." Mrs. Cavy came closer with a bowl of dark chocolate. "This may help."
"No, it—" I took one bite. I didn't feel like throwing up, unlike with the others. Who doesn't like chocolate?
I loved it.
"Leave, all of you." Lucian's voice came from the door. Everyone, including Sophia, left.
