ME, the Great Neoma Ramsay, has committed an unbelievable stupid mistake.
Neoma couldn't enjoy her fried chicken and pancakes.
It was the breakfast that she requested for today. Her food came along with a letter from Chef Stroganoff, the Royal Chef. As usual, he scolded her again because chicken apparently didn't "fit" pancakes. In return of granting her request this morning, the chef demanded that her lunch later would consist mostly of vegetables and beef.
I should finish my breakfast since I was scolded for this.
But she still couldn't get her mind off the mistake that she made.
I shouldn't have asked about the black crow with red eyes in front of Papa Boss. I should have waited to be alone with Saint Zavaroni first. Gosh, is it because nobody should be perfect that I have to have a flaw?