The One

Dinner's at Randale: Part 2

 Karol looked over at Christian, a playful smile on her face as he focused intently on his salad, like a child seeking approval. "Hmm, not bad. Good boy. Now serve it up!" she instructed, walking over to the dining table, where she carefully placed her own dish.

She slid into her seat between her mother and sister, apologising for the delay. "Sorry for the wait, but my sous chef is a bit slow in the kitchen," she joked with a grin.

The notorious jokesters, Bardou and Ulfred, wasted no time in ribbing Christian. "No worries, we can wait! Besides, Christian can be a bit slow at times," they laughed, eliciting soft chuckles from the others, while Christian shot them a sarcastic smile.

As soon as William called out, "Dig in!" the table erupted with activity. Some guests began scooping food, others passed dishes around in a festive manner, and a few were already stuffing their faces, revelling in the feast.

Ulfred, ever the first to finish chewing, looked around expectantly and asked, "Who made this?"

Karol beamed at his enthusiasm and raised her hand slightly. "Me!"

"Gosh, Karol, you should be a chef!" Ulfred said, taking another eager bite of his meal. Bardou, messily devouring his food next to Ulfred, chimed in, "Oh goddess, this is going to be my new favourite dish!"

Christian couldn't help but beam with pride as he watched his friends enjoy the meal. "Slow down, Bardou; the food won't run away," he teased, taking a bite for himself.

Beo nodded in agreement, his mouth full. "You are an excellent cook!" he praised.

"Thank you! I'm so glad everyone loves the food," Karol replied, her heartwarming at the compliments.

After savouring their delicious meal and enjoying the company, the group retired to the TV room, engaging in lively conversation while the younger ones helped clear the table.

As the adults chatted animatedly, Bardou suddenly interjected with a gleeful suggestion. "Let's play a game! We can ask questions one after another in a clockwise direction. If someone doesn't have a question, they just say 'pass,' and it's one question per person."

Instantly, a chorus of replies erupted around the room—"Okay! Sure! No problem! Let's do it!"—including Karol, who nodded enthusiastically at the idea.

Bardou initiated the game, turning to Karol and asking, "So, tell me about yourself," looking at her with a warm smile, eager to break the ice.

Karol, with a cheeky smile plastered across her face, deftly cut her cheesecake into bite-sized pieces. "What do you want to know? Fire away with the questions, and I'll spill the beans!" she said, savouring the sweet treat she'd freshly baked.

Bardou raised an eyebrow. "How old are you?"

"Twenty-four," she answered, grinning like the Cheshire Cat.

Jason chimed in, "Student or working?"

"Full-time student," she replied, crossing her fingers like a kid hoping for a snow day.

Accalia, ever the nosy one, leaned forward. "When are you getting married?"

Karol shot her a disdainful look that could curdle milk. "Whenever I feel like it!" she shrugged, throwing in a sweet smile for good measure.

Sharon couldn't resist the chance to stir the pot. "Do you like Christian?"

Karol narrowed her eyes, her sister's words hitting her like a rogue pie. "Dude, get a grip! I've only known him for a few hours. As of now, I think his personality's pretty cool!" she smirked back.