“Yes, | ran away from the orphanage when | was a child and met an old man who adopted me as his granddaughter.”

Brian decided not to probe any further.

If he kept asking, he might discover that he knew Rosalynn’s grandfather. ©

Brian sat at the table and looked at the spaghetti Rosalynn made.

Apiece of steak accompanied the spaghetti.

He picked up the fork and took a bite.

The aroma…

as he ate the

glanced at Rosalynn and asked,

eastern suburbs of Wragos, there was a renowned private dining

at that establishment. His ancestors had once been cooks

exceptional culinary skills, making him unmatched in

spaghetti prepared by him was truly

a strikingly similar taste

“No,” Rosalynn replied.

had never received any

simply learned how to cook after observing the cooking process and

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