The Million-Dollar Heart

Sasha was about to add more to the conversation when Vivienne's gaze landed on the cake in her hand.

She hadn't tried this flavor before, and though she was sure it wouldn't beat a slice of good old apple pie, being picky at a moment like this seemed downright immature. Sasha quickly hid it behind her back.

She'd already had her share, why was she still eyeing hers?

Seeing Arthur wouldn't be out of the kitchen anytime soon, Sasha shot Percival a look, silently assigning him a critical mission.

To keep watch.

As the two of them were enjoying their sneaky treat, Arthur emerged from the kitchen, a tray in hand, his voice booming excitedly from afar, "Honey, darling, breakfast is served! Today we've got beef stew with homemade biscuits..."

Sasha nearly choked.

Vivienne decisively swallowed her last bite.

Percival calmly stepped forward to greet Arthur, cleverly blocking his view.

"Who let you in?"

Arthur frowned, clearly displeased, "And keep it down. My daughter isn't married to you yet; don't get too cozy."

Arthur took a step towards Sasha and Vivienne's direction.

Percival tried to intervene again, but Sasha had already come forward, crumbs still lingering at the corner of her mouth.

Arthur noticed immediately and leaned in, curious, "Honey, what did you eat?"

Caught off guard, Sasha pursed her lips, trying to sound casual, "...I was just really hungry, had a biscuit."

Arthur was filled with guilt, blaming his slow pace for leaving his wife famished.

"Honey, breakfast is ready, let's go eat."

Then, the cake box Sasha had been hiding fell from behind the chair, rolling to Arthur's feet.

It wasn't on

at Sasha with a mix of hurt and betrayal,

a glare before soothing Arthur, "Hubby, let me explain. You have to believe in yourself; your cooking

too much and wanted the master to give it a taste." Arthur's annoyance immediately shifted towards

I'll cook it for her. You, mind your

dishes you make aren't exactly to the master's and Vivienne's taste." Arthur paused, turning with a cold expression,

stated,

you saying

not contradicting

let it

let's have

interjected, aware of her husband's culinary skills-or

word gets out, people will say you're bullying the younger generation." Arthur patted Sasha's hand, reassuring

of all the practice, she couldn't

raised an eyebrow, "You sure you want to compete? Just

spurred on, cut him off, "Enough talk,

stating his intent, if I win, I expect you to agree to proceed with my

same. If you lose, let's push the wedding to

want to wait

the kitchen, Arthur

"What's the

and a smile across his face, "Since Vivienne loves pasta, let's make her favorite:

Arthur snorted.

specific skill from the

sure of his

leaving Sasha and Vivienne outside as the judges, exchanging

forehead, already anticipating

here, we might

shot her a look, "No more bringing people home

up, "It was your husband who started it. Why shouldn't

later, both contestants presented their

mystery what lay