Isabella answered honestly, “Mom, the day he came for the interview was the first time I ever saw him.”

When she first met Austin, Isabella was surprised.

She had assumed a chef of his skill would be at least in his forties and never expected him to be only in his twenties.

Had the interview not required him to personally cook two dishes for her to taste, she would have doubted those dishes were even his.

Not only was Austin young, but he was also strikingly handsome and refined. At first glance, he did not seem like a chef at all.

Even after watching him cook and tasting his dishes, confirming they were indeed his work, Isabella remained half-skeptical.

At the time, she had not voiced her doubts, letting him pass the interview instead.

She figured the truth would reveal itself once he started working.

If he had somehow cheated his way through the interview, once officially employed as a private chef, he would have to handle everything himself and no one to rely on.

Later, it