CHAPTER SIXTEEN

Stacy's Pov

Elle burst into the kitchen, her face beaming with excitement.

“Stacy, come on!" she exclaimed, grabbing my hand and practically dragging me towards the stairs.

“Elle, what’s going on?” I laughed, trying to keep up with her infectious enthusiasm.

“Just come with me!” She said, her eyes sparkling. “I have the best news ever!”

We rushed up the stairs and down the hall to her room, where she finally let go of my hand and turned around, her joy barely contained.

“My brother finally hired you as the cook!” she announced, clapping her hands together. “Can you believe it? You are officially the chef of the house!”

“You told him to hire me?”

“I gave him an ear full of disturbance and he didn’t listen.” She calms herself. “I never knew he would eventually give in to my request.” she exclaimed, giggling.

“I’m really glad to see you, Elle,” I said, trying to take the conversation in a different direction, but the little time I have spent with her has shown me just how smart she is.