66: TAKE IT IN

  ARIEL'S POV   It was another beautiful morning, a wonderful Saturday, and a good time to get some rest. I had not seen Luke since he took me away from that restaurant yesterday. He didn't spend the night at his house; probably steamed up or something.   As I made my way to the kitchen, I saw Mariam cooking. It looked like she was preparing breakfast. But that was kind of strange. Of all the maids in this mansion, this woman was the one who decided to cook. A grumpy witch, for that matter.   I kept on staring at her as she hummed, pressing on with her cooking. She didn't even realize I was here.   As the minutes passed by, I stood still, and then Mariam's eyes finally caught me.   "You?" was what she vocalized that very moment.   "Yes, it's me," I responded. "What are you doing?"   "What does it look like I'm doing, you idiot? I'm cooking!" She snapped, grabbing a knife, and was ready to cut down some of her ingredients.   "And since when did you start cooking?"   S