Chapter 25

Albert, feeling the weight of the situation, desperately searched for the right words to extricate himself.

"Ohh, your housekeeper, right?" Tracy asked, seeking confirmation of her assumption.

"Yes, my housekeeper," Albert stuttered, his words stumbling out. "She always makes mistakes with my breakfast, and that's why I called her name," he explained, feeling awkward.

Tracy smiled and said, "That's alright then. No crabs for you, I suppose." However, Albert couldn't shake off a sense of discomfort at Tracy's response.

"Doesn't it bother you that I called you someone else?" he asked, attempting to understand her reaction.

"It was a mistake, and I understand," she replied, offering a reassuring smile. "What do you think about steaks, then?" she asked, trying to redirect the conversation.

"That would be fine," Albert replied, grateful for the change of subject.

"Alright, then," she said. Tracy promptly informed the waiter of their order, and within a few minutes, their food arrived. As t