  The next morning at around ten, a chef I'd asked for and I gathered in the kitchen to teach me to cook.
  I knew how to cook and I actually did a good job at cooking but I wanted to learn something new. Something I could make use of in the café after I leave this place.
  So I had asked Samara to get a hold of one of the chefs. I had decided to do this every alternate day and hoped I would be able to stick to cooking every alternate day.
  &quot;So, what do you want to cook, Ms. Jenson?&quot; The chef asked, smiling politely at me.
  &quot;How about I get your name first?&quot; I suggested, knowing only now that I didn't even know his name.
  &quot;I'm Keith Richards,&quot; he said, extending his hand towards me.
  &quot;Nice to meet you. I'm Juliet Jenson,&quot; I said, taking his hand in a firm handshake.
  He looked a few years older than me, probably in mid twenties. He had light b

  Keith's arms dropped from around mine and he cleared his throat. &quot;Good afternoon, Mr. Evans. I was just teaching Ms. Jenson how to cook Baltimore Coddies.&quot;
  &quot;Good luck with that,&quot; he said, looking over at me.
  &quot;She's actually doing great,&quot; Keith vindicated.
  &quot;That should actually be on the news,&quot; he rejoindered.
  &quot;Yeah, but I'm pretty sure the news would be more interested in showing what happened during your meeting the day before yesterday. I mean wouldn't they want to know why it got cancelled?&quot; I shot back at him.
  His lips stretched upwards in a coprophagous grin. &quot;Even better would be showing what had happened just yesterday in my room.&quot;
  My cheeks reddened. &quot;S-shut up.&quot;
  &quot;What happened, sweetheart? Don't you agree with me?&quot; He asked.
  &quot;Get out.&quot;
  &quot;Okay,&quot; he obliged.
  Onc

  After dinner, I just sat aimlessly staring at the TV. The lotion actually helped and a tiny, almost microscopic portion of me was grateful to Ethan for it.
  It was after about half an hour after my dinner that everyone returned home. I should've just locked myself in my room.
  Olivia came bouncing towards me and literally dragged me to her room which I was actually thankful to her for.
  She gushed about her new friendship with Rachael and how she has taught her some makeup tricks and hair styles and things like that. She also told me how the paparazzi had flooded them once they stepped out of their cars to make their way to the restaurant. Thank God I didn't go then.
  Olivia remained completely oblivious to my obvious lack of attention to her twaddle once she started on the topic of makeup, dresses and hair again.
  I contemplated whether I should tell her or not. She was my best f

The next morning at around ten, a chef I'd asked for and I gathered in the kitchen to teach me to cook.
  I knew how to cook and I actually did a good job at cooking but I wanted to learn something new. Something I could make use of in the café after I leave this place.
  So I had asked Samara to get a hold of one of the chefs. I had decided to do this every alternate day and hoped I would be able to stick to cooking every alternate day.
  &quot;So, what do you want to cook, Ms. Jenson?&quot; The chef asked, smiling politely at me.
  &quot;How about I get your name first?&quot; I suggested, knowing only now that I didn't even know his name.
  &quot;I'm Keith Richards,&quot; he said, extending his hand towards me.
  &quot;Nice to meet you. I'm Juliet Jenson,&quot; I said, taking his hand in a firm handshake.
  He looked a few years older than me, probably in mid twenties. He had light brown eyes and a dark complexion. He had black hair which ended just above his eyes. He also had

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