I woke up the following day smelling the aroma of cinnamon. I stand up from bed. Grab my black cover up and went downstair. As I come closer to the kitchen. The aroma of cinnamon that is one of my favorite scent, it's the coziest out there and I love how it reminds me of fall, my favorite season.
"And you bake too." I murmured while hugging Nico from behind. Underneath his black apron is a white shirt and his gray-coloured boxers.
I felt him glance at me then he turn his eyes back on the bread he's waiting to be done. "I told you I can. I baked your cake at the welcoming party the Music Co. hosted for you." He reminded me.
"Can you come with me? I will give this to Papa. He's in the country club." Right. We've been staying here in his unit for weeks now. Papa Bishop was discharge fro
