Behind The Cold Silence

Bloody Hell!!!

"Guys!" I shouted.

All of the men stopped their nonsense and looked at me.

"As the female, I'm head chef for tonight's dinner." I state. "The menu will be..."

And I started listing food that would seem to match into a great meal as they started working.

I walked around to see if they were doing alright.

Surprisingly, they didn't seem to burn or break anything like other men. They did ask for some help but they did a pretty great job actually.

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When the meal was finally plattered and set on the table, I turned to my chefs of the day with a smile.

They flinched expecting me to scold them.

But I pulled them closer and hugged them.

I pulled away and did a giddy jump.

"You guys did amazing!" I stated with a huge smile.

Their confused face turned into ones of joy.

"I'm so proud of you guys!!!" I squealed tasting a bit of chocolate cake.

"Thank you Lady Lillian!" they shouted.

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"Who cooked this?" Mr Ambrose asked after eating the meal.

He didn't quite show it, but I saw the muscle in his cheek twitch for just a fragment of a second. But I still saw it.

"These men over here did." I said gesturing to the men beside me.

"We wouldn't have done it without Lady Lillian's help." One of them said. The others shouted, agreeing.

I raised a hand at them, just like how I saw Mr Ambrose did once to silence them.

"Why don't we just say, all of us did it." I stated smiling and they all nodded with a smile.

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"One more!" a man shouted as another man poured alcohol in his cup.

"May I have a glass, kind gentlemen?" I asked them.

"Are you sure Lady Lillian?" the one drinking asked.

"Why not?" I said grinning.

The other man gave me one tiny glass and I drank it all the way.

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"One more, good sir!"

I don't know what number of glasses I drunk but it just keeps coming!

"Miss Linton."

Bloody hell! Did the yellow piggies just talk?

"Miss Linton, put down that glass and come here right now."

Turning around, I realized it was actually Mr Ambrose who was beside a yellow piggy.

I put down the glass and made my way towards him, swaying my hips.

The men did wolf whistles and I blew them a kiss.

"What is it, Rick?" I asked him.

His left little finger twitched.