"Ah, Madam, you should've told me you wanted pizza too!" Mariam gaped in disbelief, staring at the five large boxes stacked neatly on the table. "I would've made it fresh for you!"
Anna, sitting comfortably on a stool, looked up from her plate of cake with a completely innocent expression. "Hm? Oh, it's not just for me. It's for everyone."
The old lady blinked as if she'd misheard.
Anna gestured toward the boxes, fork still in hand. "Go on take them. Give one to each of the staff. Tell them it's a treat from their generous madam."
Her tone was playful but firm, the kind that made it impossible to refuse.
Mariam's eyes softened, a mixture of surprise and affection flickering across her face. "Madam…"
But Anna was already back to her dessert, fork diving into the cake like a soldier on a mission. "No time for speeches, Mariam. Go, before the cheese gets cold."
Suppressing a laugh, Mariam finally obeyed, lifting the boxes carefully and heading out of the kitchen.
