C51 Chapter 51

Melia's pov

The kitchen was a battlefield.

Just kidding.

But it could've counted as one.

Clanging pans, sizzling flames, and the sharp, commanding voices of chefs calling out orders reverberated off the stainless steel walls. The air was thick with the intoxicating smell of roasting meats, fresh herbs, and the tang of citrus. It wrapped around me like a suffocating blanket