Mateo's face sank. He was just about to refuse when he looked up and saw Crayson staring at him with a sharp gaze. And so, he had to get up and move to the side to sit down.
In the kitchen, Matthew took off his apron and walked over there.
"Come, Master. I saved you a seat."
Eleanor patted the seat next to her and smiled. "Your disciple treats you best, doesn't she?"
She was insinuating something.
Veronica, sitting opposite, felt like Eleanor had just given her an uppercut.
"Thank you, Your Highness."
Matthew didn't hold back either as he sat down directly next to her.
As the elder among the group of youngsters, Crayson finally spoke. "Alright, now that everyone is here, let's dig in."
Although Hayley didn't come down, the few people who knew the situation tacitly avoided mentioning her.
The group sat together in the dining room. Since Eleanor was quite the conversationalist, the atmosphere was lively, and there were no signs of hostility between the archenemies.
At least, they were doing an excellent job at being amiable on the surface.
Veronica thought that Eleanor would make a good diplomat, given her temperament.
A person who remained unassuming, concealing all emotions perfectly, making it difficult to fathom their thoughts… Such an individual made for the most formidable presence.
"Let me try the fish."
Eleanor picked up a forkful of fish belly and put it in her mouth, savoring it carefully, then gave Matthew a thumbs up. "You are worthy of being my master. The catfish you cooked is delicious. Rich with aroma, a hint of sweetness, and tender flesh; it's delightful!"
"Let me try."
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