Mistaking a Magnate for a Male Escort

The dishes served by Mrs. Berry were all favorites of the children and Charlotte. These were complemented by a few French flavors prepared by Mrs. Rawlston.

Everyone within the household was buzzing when they took their respective places at the table.

Mrs. Berry spoke self-consciously. “I understood from Mrs. Rawlston that you enjoy French fare so I’ve asked her to prepare some. I don’t know how to make them, but I’ll be learning from her starting tomorrow. Hopefully, I’ll be able to make some for you next time.”

“It’s fine, Mrs. Berry. I’d like to try some of your own specialty too.”

Zachary pulled out a chair for Charlotte before he took his own place by her side.

“Alright then. Let me know if you like them.”

Mrs. Berry placed a piece of beef into Zachary’s plate.

“Thank you.” Zachary nodded in appreciation as he savored it. “It’s really good.”

“Really? I’m so glad to hear that.” Mrs. Berry beamed. “I was a little worried that you might not be used to my cooking.”

“I like it.” After he got Charlotte a piece as well, he turned back to find Mrs. Berry and the children looking at him. “Well don’t just sit there watching, go on ahead and help yourself to the food too.”

“We’re digging in now, Uncle Zack, Mommy, Mrs. Berry!”

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