Jameson's POV
I wheeled out of the room, checking my phone. Dad had texted, asking to meet in the garden. I sighed, rubbing my temple before placing my phone back in my pocket. Just as I reached the top of the stairs, I saw Aria walk past me and head into the kitchen without any acknowledgement.
That didn't bother me but where she had entered. I paused, frowning. Was she planning on cooking? For everyone? Or did she just want to grab something?
My grip tightened on the wheels as an image of Nicholas popped into my mind. The thought of him eating something she made didn’t sit right with me. I paid for her cooking classes, only I have the right to know how good or bad her meals tasted.
Without thinking, I found myself changing direction, wheeling toward the kitchen. She had evening clas
