She didn’t feel nervous at all, just went about her morning routine as usual and started making breakfast.
Dorothea had already decided on fish porridge the night before. Early that morning, Linda sliced up the fish for her, so all Dorothea had to do was toss everything into the pot.
Online, viewers watched a very pregnant Dorothea moving around the kitchen, busy but calm.
[Wow, she’s gorgeous! But isn’t she pregnant? Why is she cooking for herself?]
[There’s no rule that says you can’t cook when you’re pregnant. I was still making dinner for four when I was expecting.]
[Come on, don’t pretend you enjoyed that. Look at this mansion. They could easily afford a chef. And the way she works in that kitchen? She’s definitely used to it.]
Dorothea had no idea people were complimenting her cooking. If she knew, she’d be so proud her ego would basically float away.
Then Latham walked out, dressed in a blinding red suit. The comments immediately blew up.
[Whoa, who’s this celebrity? Is he some new superstar?]
[Celebrity? That’s Latham! So that gorgeous lady earlier is his wife?]
[Wait, it all adds up. Didn’t Latham change his profile pic to a baby recently? So she really is pregnant? But if this is Latham, why does his wife have to cook for herself?]
[Latham’s wife doesn’t come from a wealthy family. She isn’t some rich heiress. See, this is why people say you should marry your equal. She married into money, but she still has to cook. It might look glamorous, but maybe her life’s not so different from ours.]
The comments were a mix of surprise, snark, and people sticking up for Dorothea.
The debate didn’t stop until Dorothea came out with a big clay pot, her voice bright and cheerful. “Breakfast is ready!”
“I’m coming, babe!”
Linda spotted the dark color of the porridge instantly and knew Dorothea must have dumped in a ton of vinegar again. She felt a little bad for Latham, but there was nothing she could do. Dorothea loved sour food, and that was that.
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