Jasmine’s POV
Everything was perfect so far. I love being here. They have this thing, I can’t pinpoint, that makes you feel like you belong here. All my life I struggled with the need to belong somewhere. That’s not the case anymore. I have parents that love me, a boyfriend that definitely loves me, and now his family seems to care about me, too. I think I care about them as well. It’s difficult not caring when they shower you with good words and thoughtful gifts.
Lunch was delicious. Sarah is an amazing cook. Even though she didn’t know I was a vegetarian, there was still much to choose from. I am full, even though Sarah thinks that I didn’t have enough to eat because I didn’t try her roast. Typical mother.
“So, Jasmine,” Eve started, “want to help me in the kitchen?”
“Here I come,
