Chapter 8 Verity's Body

• “I don’t know where you learned how to do this, but this is delicious!” Wayan commented moaning on his food.
• My cheeks turned pink and I kept my gaze on the plate in front of me. This wasn’t entirely a very good situation. If I kept doing things out of the ordinary like this, Wayan was bound to start suspecting me.
• Shit! Why didn’t I ask about Verity’s cooking skills? –on second thought, who would I even ask such a question?