Reaching for her phone to check the time, she saw it was barely 7 a.m. Still fuzzy-headed, she grabbed a change of clothes and dragged herself to the shower.
When she came out, the smell of something warm greeted her. On the table, a steaming bowl of hangover soup waited; in the kitchen, Amanda King was busy preparing breakfast.
Amanda came out holding a plate of homemade veggie buns and a cup of soy milk. “I remember you don't like meat fillings, so I made these specially.”
Amanda was a kitchen wizard—everything she made tasted amazing. One sip of the soup, and Maria immediately felt the warmth spreading through her belly. She gave Amanda a sweet, teasing smile. “You’re the best, seriously.”
Amanda made a face like she was scolding her, but the tone was all affection. “You p
