Sienna’s smile never left her as she walked back toward the kitchen.
Standing before the fridge again, Sienna drew a deep breath.
’Focus. Focus, Sienna,’ she told herself firmly, shaking her head as she reached for the pan. ’You need to impress the little boss.’
Taking a deep breath, she began preparing the ingredients.
The sound of chopping vegetables filled the quiet kitchen as she worked efficiently—cutting broccoli into small pieces, slicing corn, and seasoning the sirloin carefully.
Her movements gradually became smoother and more confident.
Even though her mind had been chaotic just minutes ago, something about cooking grounded her. It gave her control and purpose.
And as the aroma of butter and seared steak slowly filled the air, Sienna couldn’t help but feel a small sense of accomplishment.
’Alright... first mission,’ she thought, flipping the steak carefully. ’Do not disappoint the real boss of this villa...’
Her lips curved slightly.
’...the little one in the living room.’
After a few more minutes of careful cooking, the sirloin steak was finally done.
Sienna stood in front of the stove, holding the pan with both hands, her eyes fixed on the meat’s perfectly seared surface.
The butter had melted into a rich glaze, coating the steak just enough to make it shine under the kitchen light. The aroma alone was enough to make her stomach react, even if she had insisted earlier that she wasn’t hungry.
Besides, the vegetables were ready as well, lightly sautéed broccoli with a touch of garlic and sweet corn that still held its natural color.
She exhaled slowly. ’Okay... not bad,’ she thought, giving herself a small nod.
Originally, she had wanted to make mashed potatoes to go with it. Something creamy, something comforting. But the moment she imagined the extra time it would take, she immediately dismissed the idea.
’No. The child is already hungry. Don’t test his patience...’ she muttered inwardly.
Instead, she opened the fridge again and quickly grabbed fresh fruits—orange slices, golden melon, and watermelon.
She carefully arranged them on a plate, taking just enough time to make it look presentable without turning it into a five-star art display.
Then, as if guided by fate or pure luck, her eyes landed on a cinnamon roll.
Her lips curved.
"Perfect..." she whispered.
Without hesitation, she took it out, placed it in the microwave, and heated it just enough for the sweet scent of cinnamon to fill the air.
When she took it out, she added a small drizzle of honey on top, just for a little extra touch.
’Yay! The dessert is done...’ she thought proudly as she placed it on the dining table.
Stepping back, she glanced at the table one last time before she called them. Everything was neatly arranged: steak, vegetables, fruit, and a warm cinnamon roll on the side.
’This should be enough to fill their hunger... right?’
After making sure everything was in place, she finally let out a breath of relief and removed her apron.
Her shoulders relaxed as she turned toward the living room. She was slightly surprised to see Zachary there.

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