Vinson shrugged. “What’s the use of having one? Stop wasting time and start cooking. I’ll be waiting outside.”
Just as he spoke, he walked out with his cutlery and plate, as if she was his housekeeper.
Arielle stomped her feet in frustration, However, she had no choice as she was bound by her word. Taking a deep breath, she reminded herself to not make a fuss over the matter. After all, Vinson had helped her significantly that evening.
With that thought in mind, Arielle calmed down and began cooking.
Obeying Vinson’s instructions, she cooked some of every different flavor. Soon, she had prepared two plates of freshly cooked ravioli. After making the sauce, she poured it over the ravioli before bringing out the plates.
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