Isabella said nothing.
She exited the kitchen and sat on the sofa.
Delphine still brought her some snacks and said, “Have some if you’re hungry, Isa. These aren’t too sweet. The pastry chef modified the receipt and reduced sugar because he knows you don’t like it too sweet.”
Isabella did not take it. She said, “The pastry chef must’ve made it according to your tastes since I wasn’t home. I can’t eat it.
“Even if it isn’t too sweet, I still don’t like it.”
It was not just because of the sw