Nyssa Wilde woke early, the first rays of dawn just beginning to pierce through the curtains of her small, cozy room above Hell's Kitchen. She stretched, feeling the pleasant ache of muscles well-used from the previous day's work. Today would be another busy day, but she relished the challenge. Cooking was her passion, and Hell's Kitchen was her haven.
After dressing quickly, Nyssa headed downstairs to the restaurant's kitchen. She was greeted by the familiar hum of activity—Elise had already arrived, her station at the bar meticulously organized. Lucien, as always, was impeccably dressed, overseeing the dining area preparations. Victor was nowhere to be seen, but she knew he was likely in the storage room, taking stock of their unique ingredients.