Mated To The Cruel Prince novel Chapter 551

Chapter 551: War In The Kitchen

Standing in front of the mirror, Islinda examined the blonde streak that stood out against the rest of her dark locks.

She hadn’t given much thought to it until now, but Gabbi’s suggestion sparked an idea.

With determination in her eyes, Islinda made a mental note to search for the perfect dye to blend seamlessly with her natural hair color. However, she knew she needed to be discreet about it to avoid arousing suspicion.

Which meant Islinda had to make a trip to the market to purchase the necessary supplies. Additionally, she welcomed the chance to step out of the house for a while. The walls were starting to feel like they were closing in on her, suffocating her with their confinement.

Left to her own devices, Islinda would have preferred to stay hidden in her room until it was time to venture out to the market, thus avoiding any potential encounters with Valerie. However, Gabbi’s suggestion of preparing breakfast together intrigued her.

Valerie had deliberately kept any servants away, intending to keep Islinda out of sight. While his intentions may have been protective, Islinda no longer felt at ease being reliant on him for her meals. Joining Gabbi in the kitchen offered both a distraction and a sense of independence that she craved.

Dressed in comfortable pants and a tunic, Islinda carefully braided her hair, ensuring the white streak was tucked away discreetly. With her preparations complete, she made her way to the kitchen, hoping to lend a hand. To her relief, only Gabbi was present in the room upon her arrival. Islinda silently prayed that the summer prince would remain absent for the rest of the day. While she knew avoiding the issue wouldn’t resolve it, she simply wasn’t ready to face him yet. Not just yet.

"Hey," Gabbi greeted with a warm smile, "You’re finally here."

"Yes, I’m here," Islinda replied, her hands fidgeting nervously. In the months she had spent in the Fae realm, Islinda had grown accustomed to being treated as a guest. Now, she found herself eager to assist Gabbi in the kitchen, despite her lingering nerves. Gabbi moved around the kitchen with confidence, and Islinda couldn’t shake the fear of making a mistake and ruining everything.

"So where do I start?" Islinda asked, surveying the array of ingredients laid out before them as if they were preparing for a grand feast.

"Oh, right," Gabbi seemed to recall that she had asked for Islinda’s help. "Here, first of all, you need this." She handed Islinda an apron, which Islinda gratefully accepted and tied securely around her waist.

Gabi suddenly looked a bit hesitant. "Not to be insulting or anything, but you do know how to cook, right? I just hoped I didn’t assume."

Islinda rolled her eyes. "I was raised by my stepmother who treated me like a servant, so yes, learning how to cook was compulsory," she replied dryly.

"I’m sorry," Gabbi said sympathetically.

Islinda shrugged. "Don’t worry, no offense taken."

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