Burgers And Fries
Twinkle's POV:

"Sorry, miss, but our team has already chosen qualified chefs and bakers for the family, so they don't have to make orders at random bakeries. And even if it's true, I can't let ladies inside." She looks me up and down and continues, "Especially a girl like you... so please leave the premises," the corpulent lady in front of me says boldly in her thick American accent. She's dressed professionally paired with bold spectacles.

Lilly left me in the middle of the journey when she got an emergency call from the government office, for God knows what.

"Miss, but—" I abruptly stop when she gives me a warning look, silently daring me to continue.

"Mr. Roy, please escort this lady to the exit gate," she says simply and walks into the farmhouse, leaving me with a bulky security guard who has a boring face.

"Miss, it's the 12th girl since morning, coming here with silly reasons just to get inside the farmhouse to meet Mr. Kingston, so please, don't make things hard for me."

I glance at the guard standing on my left, hoping he could help me find Bill.

"Sir, you are mistaken, please contact Mr. Kingston and—"

The guard chuckles and shakes his head.

"Firstly, Mr. Kingston hasn't come back from his foreign trip."

Foreign trip?

Then whom did I meet this morning?

I open my mouth to ask what he actually meant by that, but he stops and continues,

"So secondly, Mrs. Victoria Kingston has given strict instructions not to let fangirls of Mr. Kingston, especially ladies like you. It's a waste of time for you girls to chase after him, still knowing it's never gonna happen."

What the actual hell is he talking about?

Fangirl?

Me?

I don't even know about Kingston until this morning.

I give him a puzzled look and rub my forehead. I should find a solution for this; it's too risky to not meet Bill and drop the request for the deal. The news Mrs. White lit up is spreading like a forest fire in the town.

"Mister, you are totally mistaken. I am neither a fangirl nor a stalker. I don't even know whom you are talking about. I got an order for a Chocolate Classic cake from Mr. Bill Kingston this morning and—"

"Ahh, ohh...I really don't have time for this drama; Mr. Nicolas Kingston and his wife are on the way...please clear off, little one," he mocks me as if I'm a...