It was not my plan to mess with the cook's dinner preparation after the 'school from home' news from Pierre. But this is me when my tantrum strikes hard.
The kitchen staff is almost done preparing steaks and side dishes for dinner.
"I don't like steak for dinner,"I stated with an irate tone of voice. The kitchen crew whose names I do not know stopped whatever they're doing. One of them stepped forward and said his greeting.
"Good evening madam! I am Frank, the chef in this mansion. Let me know what you like and I'll be glad to cook it for you." He's too young to be the chef. In my eyes and calculation, he's in late twenties.
"Thank you but I want to cook my own dinner," I said with confidence. I marched towards the huge fridge and check its content.
"His ma... I mean Mr. De Brann-"Frank continues to argue but was interjected by Pierre himself.
"Let her do what she wanted to do, Frank. Is dinner ready?"
I ignored Pierre's presence in the kitchen.