April could only laugh at these two men, she gave up and enjoyed the company as she looked around the gardens and the inside of the house. Everything was spectacular inside, there were ornate sculptures and figurines along with many paintings on the walls. She wanted to take in each item but she was guided straight to the living room.
The two men sat beside her and she could only smile at the both of them, neither had let go yet. "Okay, time for me to cook."
April then stood up and walked to the kitchen. She took a glance back and of course, the two men were following her. She rolled her eyes but then looked around before stopping and turning to the two men. "So where is the kitchen?"
Dean stepped forward, "The kitchen is this way, the old man wouldn't know where it is."
