Aria’s POV
The Next Morning.
I woke up before the sun fully rose, my body was still heavy with sleep. I cleaned up before tiptoeing to the kitchen. It was my turn to sleep on the couch last night, and he was still sleeping on the bed.
I wanted to show my gratitude by making breakfast for him. It was meant to be a surprise, or he woke up seeing me prepare it.
I pulled out ingredients, deciding to cook the only thing I could prepare—noodles. I could make it taste really good with the right touch as Mrs. Melvin had taught me yesterday. But as I started slicing vegetables, I realized something.
I hadn’t taken a book with me to the cooking school yesterday, meaning I forgot some of the things they taught. My heart dropped for a second, before I remembered there were videos online.
I propp
