[EVE]
Fern, who had been ignored up until this point, let out a dramatic sigh. "Yes, yes, I am the noble delivery man. Please, someone take these before my arms fall off."
Georgina snorted before stepping in to help, directing the team to set up the food.
Meanwhile, Dean strolled over to me, standing just a little too close, as if we have known each other for so long.
"You don't have to lift a finger, Eve," he said smoothly, beaming at me. "Just sit back, relax, and let me take care of everything."
I raised a brow at him, crossing my arms. "You are going to take care of everything?"
Dean placed a hand over his chest, feigning offense. "What? You don't think I'm capable?"
Hyun snickered from the side. "Not to be rude, Dean, but do you even know how to sew?"
Dean turned to him, completely unfazed. "Nope."
The room went silent for a second.
Then Fern coughed. "At least he's honest."
