Mireille smiled at the meal on the dinning table before stretching her arms a bit with a tired yawn leaving her lips. She had asked the cooks to leave the job to her for the night.

Mireille bent low, taking in the aroma of the dishes she made. It was great and she could already imagine the look on Dante's face when he tasted her food.

"Come to think of it, I have never cooked for him before." She mumbled to herself.

"That big man had better give me loads of compliments ...