A master Chef
[Eon's POV: ]
"Miss Rosette."
"A very good evening to you as well, Miss."
She was wearing a professional gown, had the whitest clothes among us, and the confidence she had was being reflected in her eyes.
She was attractive looking, had short light brown hair that matched her light brown eyes.
The air around her was that of a professional, something that I've felt from people like grandmother and lady Med.
She knew what her role was in this kitchen, she knew what she had to do and how she was supposed to do it.
She was not very talkative but she was a nice person that did not like me.
'It's not like she hated me either, but as a professional, she just did not like how I was so good.'
She did not know how I knew all the things that I knew, and since she had not seen me struggling with the things I do, she couldn't accept how I was able to do all those things.
"Good evening, good evening. You look confident, hun?"