Three days had slipped by in a blur— morning routines, meals shared, and quiet conversations passed.
Everyone was buzzing with wedding preparations despite the lack of frantic rushing.
There were only two more weeks until Coco's wedding, with the dresses being tailored, decorations planned, and Mama Coison assigning several professionals to oversee every detail.
The men, Zaque especially, had been extra protective of Coco lately, maybe even more so after hearing about the slap incident.
However, for the past three days, Leroy had been cooking nonstop, every single day without fail.
Coco's punishment was ruthless, he was ordered to prepare meals in large quantities, enough to feed the whole team and even cooking extras so Coco can bring home some.
The kitchen at his house had become a constant battlefield of pots, pans, and chopping vegetables.
