Chapter 21- Mistress?
"Where did you go? You don’t usually carry a purse around..." Akari asked Marissa while cutting the carrot into fine sticks.
Marissa was stitching Ariel’s skirt hem. The little girl was sitting on the countertop, stirring the spatula in a bowl that had candies.
She seemed to share her mom’s passion for cooking.
"Are you ready, princess?" Citra peeped inside and then waved at Marissa. They all were ready to go to the park along with Flint and were waiting for Ariel.
Marissa kissed each kid’s forehead, "Don’t let Abi run around in the park."
She called behind them and closed the door with a smile.
Akari had placed half of the carrot sticks in a steel bowl and was now doing preparations for carrot sauce.
"Are you avoiding my question?" she asked Marissa who was tossing all the aprons in a tub to get them washed.
"No, silly. I was waiting for the kids to leave. And about your question?" she picked a carrot stick and started nibbling on it, "In that office... I felt uneasy and ..." she drew in a long breath, "this man ... Dean... for a minute, he didn’t seem confident enough. Sometimes he acts like a manager and then the next minute he sounds like the boss’s messenger."
She started filling the huge glass jars with white flour, "I found him quite confident, and I think he likes me," Akari couldn’t seem to hold on to her excitement.
"Yeah," Marissa started rolling the empty paper bag, "That I can see. It was pretty obvious."