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Gossip With The Chef.

Matthew Sturniolo isn't who I thought he was. He was charming. He has attitude but then again, so do I and many others I know. He has little patience I think. Or I just say things that cause him to get upset. He has the most kind blue eyes. Brown silky locks of hair. Much taller then me. I didn't plan on meeting him again. And definitely not spending my morning with him. Not that I'm complaining though, it was a good morning. I ate bread! It was the best bread I've ever eaten. Maybe if my parents didn't have to have such rich people cooking our food they could have decent people like Old Jake cooking. If they tried his bread they'd love it. That is until they meet him.
Nick never mentioned he had a brother. Let alone two. And definitely not that they were triplets. I haven't spoken with thee 'youngest', Chris Sturniolo. But I want too. Maybe he's as kind as they are. As charming as they are. I'm sure I can find him in a crowed. After all he would look just like Nick and Matt.
I mean Sir Matthew. I can't let people think I'm starting to tolerate him. Because I'm not.

"Lady Jasmine, are you dressed yet? The garden is set up with your paints and canvas for you to paint."
My personal butler. I had two, this one was Larray. I yet to find Arrington today

"Yes, Larray. Just writing quickly before we go."
I said as I closed my journal and set it down

"Who made it into the dreadful writing journal today, miss?"
He joked and I laughed softly

"I wasn't writing anything mean this time."

"But it was about someone?"
He still teased

"Well..."

"Could it be...the boy from the market?"

"Your stepping out of line here, Larray!"
I said with a smile as I stood

"Apologies, Miss. Just trying to figure it out."
He gestured with his hand so we can go

We walked out my room, him in front of me to lead the way down the long hallways

"He's not a friend...he can't be."

"Your friends with Sir Nicolas are you not? What's the difference in that?"

"Nick is...different. He's been coming around for years. Sir Matthew has came once and looked me up and down with a bad look."

"And I take it that he thought you were like the rest. When it should've been the other way around really."

"Exactly! Oh Larray, I don't know what to do. I mean, that night was already exhausting as it was with my mother and fathers party. Then Matthew being an imbecile towards me. But then we talked. We chatted for a bit and it was alright. And this morning he was still kind. A little impatient and sassy but kind."
He chuckled softly at that

"Impatient and sassy? Reminds me of someone I know."
He said softly before opening the door to the garden. I gave him a side eye,

"Yourself?"
He stayed quiet knowing he can't say anything now that we're outside and not alone

I walked to the canvas that was set in somewhat of the middle of the garden, or at least this half, a couple maids bowing to me as I looked over the blank canvas.
I waved them off and they left, Larray for sure to stand close by somewhere incase I needed something.

I looked around the garden then at the canvas again. It was obvious I had to paint the garden.
I sighed before picking up a skinny brush and started. It took a couple hours but that's one way to keep myself busy. It was hours and I was still out there, standing in the same position. I needed to sit but I wasn't allowed. Larray came and brought me a tray of fruit, in which I was forever grateful for.
I had completed the trees and not even half of the flowers. I completed the walkway and a bench that was in the corner. But I was tired.
So, I just did the bushes as small smudges then little colors on the bushes as flowers. I set my paintbrush down and looked at it. Hating it.
It wasn't bad, I obviously knew that. I knew I could paint but I didn't want to paint a garden.