The mere thought of it made Neville feel like someone stabbed him in the back. But he chose not to overreact since someone was still in the room.
Lilianna spoke again. "You're from the secretarial department."
It wasn't a question. She was sure that he came from the secretarial department.
How did she know? Did Sarah tell her about him?
"Yes, ma'am," Neville replied politely.
"Hmm." She tilted her head, gold hair cascading over one shoulder in a wave of spun sunlight. Her amber eyes studied him with renewed interest. "The one who's good at cooking?"
Neville felt his ears grow warm. If it was about food, then he was sure that Sarah was the one who talked to her about him. That woman couldn't keep a secret this 'big' for the life of her.
"I can cook," he admitted, because denying it would be pointless. "But, it's nothing special."
