Aria’s POV
The scent of freshly cooked meals filled the kitchen as I placed the last dish on the counter. Cooking with my mother-in-law had been surprisingly pleasant—lighthearted conversations and laughter making the time pass easily. It was a rare moment of peace, considering how the day had started.
She made me feel at ease, and I felt the aura of a motherly vibe from her. Let's say vice-versa because our connection was instant.
I wiped my hands on a kitchen towel, glancing at the clock. I had completely lost track of time, missing my class again. I sighed inwardly, but there was nothing I could do about it now. I couldn't just leave the kitchen when I was in the middle of cooking and a conversation with J’s mum.
Hopefully, Jameson won't notice this.
With the help of the maids, we
