The aroma of roasted chicken and vegetables filled the air as April busied herself in the kitchen. Arette sat at the table, watching April move with ease, preparing a meal that brought joy to her that Arette was fine and would be able to eat.
"April, it smells amazing," Arette said, trying to keep the awkward air away. Dominic had said she loved April, so maybe she just needed to act normal and keep her mind off the confusion that clouded her thoughts.
April smiled warmly. "Thank you, Miss. I never get to cook for you back at the Mansion, and also, I was so worried when you were sick and living on IV tubes."
