A bowl of steaming, freshly made noodles sat invitingly before Harper, the rich aroma wafting through the air, infusing the space with warmth and comfort. The bowl was a colorful medley of vibrant vegetables, tender cuts of meat, and delicate strands of noodles, all intertwined in a delightful dance. She took a moment to admire the feast, but then her gaze drifted sideways to me, standing there and shivering from the cold. My clothes, drenched by the misfortune from earlier, clung uncomfortably to my skin, leaving me feeling vulnerable and exposed.
"You're no different from a wet cat," she chuckled lightly, twisting her fork into the noodles and elegantly bringing them to her lips. However, her amusement faltered as she caught the glare from Roman, sitting across the table. His dark eyes pierced through her, laced with disapproval for the mischief she had conjured earlier.
