Aisha's Perspective
After Leo left the Rosewood Inn, Aisha sat at the small wooden table in the cozy room Marcel had assigned to her. The room was simple, with a single bed, a desk, and a window overlooking the bustling streets below. She traced the edge of the table absently, her thoughts swirling.
*"Leo has done so much for me,"* she thought. *"I need to prove that I'm not just a burden."*
She took a deep breath and looked at the small list Marcel had given her earlier. Learning to cook was something she never imagined herself doing back when she was imprisoned in the mansion. Her life had been a fog of fear and uncertainty. But now, she had a chance to rebuild, to contribute.
*"I'll learn everything I can,"* she thought with determination. *"And when we get back home, I'll make something amazing for him."*
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