Elena's POV
The sound of the birds chirping a melodious tune outside the bedroom window gives me pause as I brush out the tangled curls of my hair. The sun is peeking out of the thinning cloud cover as a soft breeze causes the branches of the old oak trees to sway lazily. A soft knock on the door has me turning away from the picturesque scene outside to face my mother walking into to greet me.
"Hi, honey," she smiles as she takes the brush from me and proceeded to brush the length of the bouncy curls herself. "Are you all set for dinner later?"
"Mhhmm. All the ingredients are ready. I practically had to beg the cook to let me make dinner. I love how her eyes bug out when she heard I planned to cook dinner. She reminds me of that English cook from the movies we watched when I was
