#Chapter 128- Taste

Fiona I flip the chicken in the skillet, listening to the sizzle of the meat against the heat. The bold, sharp scent of a spice from the cabinet rises and fills the air, making my eyes water a bit. I’m not sure what it is, but before they left, the kitchen staff recommended it as one of Ethan’s favorite flavors. While the meat cooks, I grab another pan and drop some cut up vegetables into the low heat. I don’t know how the staff felt about being dismissed by me, but when I got home, I wanted to cook dinner for Ethan. Actually, what I wanted is more alone time with him. I know we just got back from a weeklong vacation, but I feel like it’s a good idea to have some time alone in his house since it’s where we’ll be spending time together from here on out. His staff is always here, unless he dismisses them, so even though it felt weird, I told them I would handle dinner and sent them home. None of them seemed angry or upset, but I have a niggling feeling that they didn’t love be