YERIN slid past the guests, surprisingly going unnoticed despite being the only one to dress so casually.

She peeked into the kitchen to see all the chefs busy cooking the dishes. Their backs were turned to face Yerin and once she made sure the coast was clear. She slid the chopsticks out of her pocket and bit her lips nervously.

It's now or never.

She rushed in barefooted and grabbed the freshly-made dishes and shoved them into her mouth. Rice, salads, meat, and for some reason the chefs haven't noticed anything yet, probably because the kitchen was so big.

She noticed a shadow approaching the kitchen as her heartbeat quickened, there was only one thing going through her head,

Fuuuuuuuck I'm so dead.