AMELIA’S P.O.V
Kaden led me towards the blanket and helped me sit down slowly. He opened the first basket and the aroma of pastries filled my nose. I hadn’t eaten anything since morning and I was grateful for it because my mouth watered at the sight of the things in the basket. I could see pies and sandwiches and cake slices.
The other basket had all sorts of drinks. There was a fruit smoothie as well as some tea and sweets. I smiled widely as I thought of all the effort he must have taken to do this.
“Did you make these?” I asked and he scoffed.
“I am a good cook but a terrible baker,” he whispered as if it were a secret. “I had to enlist help from a friend who makes the best pastries in the pack. Maybe one day I can take you to her shop.”
“I would like that very much.”
I thought we
