The kitchen was warm and filled with the delicious smells of a meal in progress. Anabella stood at the stove, focused on the array of pans and pots she had going simultaneously. She wanted this dinner to be special—a small token of her gratitude for all the support Clair and Noah had given her.
But it quickly became apparent that her skills in the kitchen weren't as sharp as her intentions. She was juggling too many things at once, trying to impress her friends. The first pan of vegetables started to char while she was busy checking on a bubbling pot of pasta. She winced at the sight of blackened edges and quickly tried to salvage it.
"No big deal," she muttered under her breath, brushing off her own disappointment. "I'll start over."
