Olivia and Jasper had been gone with Winter for several days already while John and Constance stayed at the manner house with the rest of the children.
Constance had always been single and career minded, so she had never learned much about cooking. She had only ever had to feed herself. Needless to say, the family was eating a lot of macaroni and cheese.
Constance couldn't tell if John was completely sick of her one meal repertoire or not. He never complained, and he seemed to eat well enough, but still, she worried.
Constance had always been single and career minded, so she had never learned much about cooking. She had only ever had to feed herself. Needless to say, the family was eating a lot of macaroni and cheese.
Constance couldn't tell if John was completely sick of her one meal repertoire or not. He never complained, and he seemed to eat well enough, but still, she worried.
She cooked furiously, determined that this would be the best mac and cheese this family had ever tasted. She paused as she grasped the salt shaker. Had she already put the salt in? She couldn't remember. Who was she kidding? She was no good at this and would never measure up to Olivia's prowess in the kitchen. As she stirred the cheesy concoction, she let out a sigh of defeat.