Masked In Nobility: Secrets Of Mrs. Chavez

In the Chambers residence’s living room, the atmosphere was tense after everything that had just happened. Nellie had gone all out preparing a lavish dinner, but with everyone finally seated, only Yvette was calmly enjoying her meal. The other three seemed to find even the best dishes unappealing now.

Zachary watched Yvette eating a lot of meat and began to feel concerned about her while imagining a dramatic bitter scene in his head.

In fact, Vette simply loved eating meal Concerns about body image didn’t cross her mind. Some people can eat a ton and not gain a pound, and Yvette was one of them. Not only was she fit, but her figure was also the epitome of a perfect hourglass -just the right amount of curves, with no extra weight.

Is Yvette some kind of bottomless pir? Better eat more and let her gain some weight! Winona felt a twinge of jealousy. Growing up, she had to count every calorie before even considering a bite, let alone indulging like Yvette did. Unfortunately, she was someone who gained weight easily. For years, she had starved herself just to maintain a flawless image in front of others. Life just didn’t seem fair

Zeke watched Yvette skillfully peeling shrimp, her hands moving gracefully, and some improper desire stirred inside him.

Nellie took a moment to steady her emotions, putting on her “kind” stepmother face again. “Yvette, eat more. If it’s not enough, just let the chef know. Growing up in that village, there must be things you’ve never tried. Now that you’re back, 1 want you to enjoy yourself. These dishes are pretty ordinary, and I wonder if you like black truffles, caviar, or foie gras

Nellie’s words were clearly meant to belittle Yvette, and both Winona and Zeke understood that perfectly.

Winona felt a rush of satisfaction and momentarily forgot about the apology thing. “Mom, come on! How could she have eaten any of that? The most she probably had back in that village were chickens and ducks, which I can hardly get sometimes. I’m so jealous she got to eat such fresh food.” She sneered and then covered her mouth and laughed, her mocking expression barely stayed hidden.

As for why the two women felt bold enough to taunt Yvette, Zachary had just stepped out for an overseas call so they didn’t feel the need to hold back

Just as they were about to say more, Zachary walked back in. He took a seat with a warm smile and asked, “What’s going on? Why are you laughing?”

Nellie jumped in first. “Honey, I noticed Yvette has a good appetite. I thought she might enjoy some black truffles and fancy stuff. We’re getting some delivered tomorrow, so I figured I’d have the kitchen whip something up”

Zachary smiled, feeling good that Nellie was caring about Yvette.

“Mom, Dad, shouldn’t you ask if Yvette even likes that kind of food? What if she doesn’t? Winona pouted, turning to Yvette. “Do you like it?”

Zachary cut in, “Whether she likes it or not, we’re making it. If she can’t eat it, just toss it. Why bother asking?”

Winona was already embarrassed from the evening’s events, and hearing Zachary scold her again pushed her over the edge If she had been fake crying earlier, now she genuinely felt hurt, her eyes turning red

Nellie couldn’t stand seeing Zachary scold Winona over Yvette. But since she needed to keep her gentle demeanor, she had to pretend to scold Winona too

Zeke, who had a crush on Yvette, saw this as a chance to show off a bit. “Yvette, the black truffles, foie gras, and caviar Mom mentioned are top-notch. Black rutiles are from Frixyia and are rare, and the fresh ones are tough to find for regular folks. Our family has them flown in every month, prepared by a Frixyia chef. Honestly, after all these years of eating them, they’ve kind of lost their thrill. But if I ever get the chance to try black truffles made by Mr. Logan Brown, tharwould totally be worth the wait. Just really hard to get a reservation.

He then pretended to downplay it as he added, “Look at me, going on about all this to you.” He eagerly awaited a look of awe from Yvette but… when he turned back, he saw her staring at him like he was a fool.Ccontent © exclusive by Nô/vel(D)ra/ma.Org.

Yvette wiped her mouth and stood up casually. “The black truffle is also called Tuber melanosporum. It’s a wild edible fungus that grows underground. They have rough skin, with colors ranging from deep brown to black, covered with little bumps and mixed with gray or light black and white markings. They mature from mid-December to mid-March and have a strong smell that can linger for days.”

Yvette detailed the origins of the truffles effortlessly, leaving everyone shocked. But what surprised them even more was yet to come.