The next day arrived, and with it, the challenge Caroline had set for Noah. He brushed his teeth and got ready, slipping back into the suit he had worn the day before since he'd be heading out with his dad after breakfast.
As Noah walked downstairs, he was greeted by the familiar scene of Emily and his parents in the kitchen.
"Morning, Dad. Morning, Mom. Morning, Emily,"
"Morning, Noah!" Emily chirped excitedly.
Caroline eyed him from across the kitchen, her gaze serious but playful. "Are you ready?" she asked, a hint of a challenge in her voice.
Noah nodded, a grin tugging at the corners of his mouth.
He reached for the second apron hanging on the rack. "More than ready."
He turned to Emily, who was watching intently. "Emily, me and Mom are going to have a cooking contest, and you're going to be the judge. How does that sound?"
