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Kiara's pov:

Once we arrived at the kitchen, I met two more women, both had a gray apron in common.

"Lizzy, meet Mama Parker and Mama Brown." Florida introduced pointing at the two elderly women, seated together around a circular table located at the center of the room.

The two women, who were initially engrossed in their chit chat conversation, walked up to us, their faces plastered with confusion, passing a silent question of who the new face was to Florida.

"Hi, I'm Elizabeth. You can call me Lizzy, nice to meet you," I smiled at them, extending my hand for a shake.

"You're so pretty," she giggled, making everyone laugh, "call me Mama Brown, I'm in charge of the kitchen," She accepted my hand, smiling nicely.

Mama Brown was black. She had thick eyebrows, a flat, small nose and a round face. Her baggy long gown covered her legs, fitting her fat figure. Her hair was dressed in a perm, she had dim eyes and looked in her late forties.

"Nice to meet you Lizzy, I am called Mama Parker