TRINITY
The warm, buttery aroma of freshly baked bread filled the kitchen as I stood beside Lily, who was patiently showing me how to perfect a new recipe. Her instructions were clear, her movements practiced, and for the first time in what felt like ages, I found myself smiling at something so simple. My hands were covered in flour, and I had managed to get some on my cheek without realizing it.
Lily chuckled, brushing her own hands on her apron. “You’re a natural, Trinity. Just a little more kneading, and you’ve got it.”
“I don’t know about nature,” I replied, laughing softly. “But this is fun. I didn’t think baking could be so relaxing.”
“It’s therapeutic,” she said with a wink. “And it’s good to know how to feed people. You never know when you might need to charm someone with a ho
