Fluffy golden pancakes drizzled with honey and butter. Your mouth just turns watering at the sight of it.
My eyes shifted to the toasted bread stacked neatly beside a bowl of creamy scrambled eggs. Some bread looked browner than the others and I wondered why.
The jam, butter and ketchup placed side by side in tiny glass bowls.
Diced lettuce and apple mixed with grapes and berries, shining like jewels under the morning light.
Crispy bacon and grilled sausages giving off a mouthwatering aroma.
Fresh croissants still warm from the oven. Need I forget the freshly baked french fries seasoned with all the creamy mixture.
The bowl of hot chicken noodles by the side,
And a pot of hot coffee beside a glass of chilled orange juice.
The table was filled with breakfast dishes all the way to the edge, so many that I didn't even know where to start.
I've never experienced such vast breakfast before.
I saw Clayton pick a slice of bread, a maid rushing to his side to deliver butter but he waved her off.
"What would you like, wife? Butter or jam?" Clayton's deep voice pulled my attention back to him and my eyes met those dark soulless eyes.
I pointed at the crispy bacon by the side of the table. That looked good. Then I reached for the bowl of noodles, it was steaming hot, smelling exactly like comfort.
"This would do." I said with a sweet smile ignoring the gaze of the man beside me. Anyone could buy me with a bowl of noodles. It is how Fred has bought my heart in the past.
He always brought a bowl of noodles to schools everyday. His chef prepared them in different styles and with different flavors and I always enjoyed each bowl. That is how I had fallen for Fred.
Noodles had always been my thing. Morning or midnight, they never failed me. It wasn't just food, it was a piece of home.
Eating noodles was like a small family tradition. It started with my grandparents. We used to sit together every night, slurping noodles under the dim kitchen light. Sometimes it was the traditional kind with fresh broth and mushrooms, other times just the instant ones with eggs and vegetables. But it always tasted like heaven.
Grandma's cooking was my favorite. Every bowl she made carried a warmth nothing else could replace.
Now, sitting here with Clayton beside me, dressed in his coat and looking like a walking temptation, I couldn't help but smile. Maybe noodles would always be my comfort food, no matter how far life took me.
Clayton spread a generous amount of butter to his bread and started chewing and I just ate my noodles, emptying the bowl in no time.
Watching him, I recalled our agreement the night before. This crazy man had demanded for a ring before he accepts my proposal. I had no idea how to get him one.
Right now, my accounts were red. I had nothing left. I had exhausted all of my savings changing my new studio and it's not like I was getting another gig or brand deal anytime soon.
I have gone from hero to zero in the blink of an eye.
"Will you be free today Mr Grey?" I asked.
"Why?" Clayton's eyes met mine. He brought the buttered slice to his lips and took a slow bite.
We're going to get a ring." I said to see him raise a brow.
"A ring?" He repeated and I nodded.
"You said u til I get a ring you wouldn't accept my proposal. So let's get you a ring." I smiled. I had no idea the size of his hands, I would need to take him to the ring shop later in the day.
"I'll create time for the proposal." Clayton Grey said calmly. Then he picked my cellphone from the side of the table. His fingers worked so fast before placing it back on the table again.
"Call me when you're ready. Until then, I'll see you later." He rose from where he sat and started towards the door.
Becky who was at the other end of the table finally let out a whimper like she was dying inside from holding her screams all these time.
"Miss Maeve." She called.
"You never said you were getting married to Clayton Grey!" Becky held her lips.
"It's the only option for me right now after last night." I said calmly and she nodded.
"Help me find the best place to buy rings. Good quality rings." I said with a smile.
"I don't know how you're able to stay this positive after everything that happened last night." Becky sighed.
"Not to worry Mrs Grey, I know good places to get the best diamond rings." Becky teased and I smiled.
"But first, we need to visit Silver Crown, Mr Orchard is waiting for you." I nodded at her words.
Becky was right, I had a lot to settle today before I think of buying a ring for Clayton Grey.
After breakfast both I and Becky left Clayton's mansion and headed for Silver Crown. When we got there, there were tons of reporters and paparazzi at the entrance of the building as usual, waiting to catch something juicy.
"It's packed again,we can use the back to get in." The chauffeur drove to the back, only for more reporters to be waiting there too. The entrance of the place was blocked.
As if the reporter's noticed my van, they started throwing stones at us.
"Maeve Davis, die!" They all screamed and the Chauffeur managed to escape from the mob.
"What the hell is going on, who keeps setting this mob to attack us?" Becky asked. This was beyond just music now and it was getting out of hand.
But I knew who was doing it. Just like my last life, Rae would stop at nothing until she destroys me completely.
I knew back then Frank had something to do with her too. I wonder if Mirabelle would still be by his side of she found out about it.
"It seems Velmora is yet to calm down about last night miss Maeve." Becky said calmly going through her cellphone.
"Mr Orchard said he's in the hospital where Rae has been admitted. He said we can come there." Beck's announced.