“Phillip, if you want to eat anything, just tell me. I can have Austin make it for you.”

Isabella opened the box of pastries and placed it in the center of the table so Tati could try some as well. She remembered that Tati loved the pastries Austin made. As for Louis calling Austin her personal chef, Isabella did not correct him, because it was the truth.

The family benefited from her picky taste and had the privilege of enjoying all sorts of delicious food. She often changed chefs, and every