Ms. Diane

Now he knew why Dean made that prayer yesterday. He knew she was a bad cook but he didn't think it would be this bad. What happened last night was a mistake that would never repeat itself.

Penne pasta with vodka sauce and some parmesan cheese.

After the funny but useful prayer from Dean, they all grabbed their cutleries and proceeded to feast on the meal she had made. Dean went first and spat it out the moment it got into his mouth.

“ Hell nah, I'm not doing this. I'm not doing this with y'all, I will ask the maid to make me something.”

“ But it's really not that bad, Dean. Just close your eyes and chew quickly. Caryn you are such a good cook, no doubts.” Hazel spoke, forcing a spoonful of poison into her mouth.

“ Do you like it? I did well, right?” she asked innocently. Nathan nodded, they all nodded. Hazel made Dean take a few more spoons of the terrible concoction she made. And for a sec, they had initially thought it wouldn't be as bad as