'As expected from a Michelin chef. It's so good I could cry!'
"Mom, this one is delicious too!" Ian Monroe said, giving his mother another piece.
Melody Monroe took a bite and nodded enthusiastically!
Since there was only one of each pastry, and the portions were tiny, Ian Monroe would always taste a piece first before giving it to his mother.
Melody Monroe couldn't bear to finish it all herself, so she shared it with Ian Monroe, spooning out portions for them both.
They took turns feeding each other bites, creating a scene sweeter than any of the pastries on the table.
Evan Fairchild felt like he was the third wheel.
A very obvious one, at that.
However, the awkward atmosphere didn't last long, as a waiter soon began to serve the main dishes.
The dinner leaned more toward Western-style cuisine.
Melody Monroe gazed at the table laden with delicacies, knowing she would probably have to live at the gym for the next week to work it all off.
