Freya's POV
"Of course. Feel free to check the kitchen if you need proof."
"No, no, I trust you completely. It's just that Mrs. Ben, your kindness overwhelms me. I honestly don't know how to handle it." The words tumbled out, raw and honest.
What could someone like me, a simple seamstress, possibly offer to warrant such attention from the prestigious Ben family? Even if she appreciated my work, their wealth and connections could secure the services of world-renowned designers without breaking a sweat.
"Don't overthink it, dear. I simply find you pleasant and enjoy your company."
"Thank you, Mrs. Ben."
No words could capture how completely out of my depth I felt in this moment.
While Mrs. Ben stepped away to change, I seized the opportunity to pull out my phone and message my best friend.
[Chef Hogan isn't working at Marlborough today, is he?]
