Angel's POV
Madam Elle had a simple recipe of chicken soup and a few meals she loved and were her late husband's favorite she incorporated into her business. I decided on my own accord to help her out at the restaurant, and sometimes learn how she made her meals and served guests. She loved the help with the reminder I shouldn't exert my energy and should rest once I feel tired.
She's like the mother I craved all these years but never had and despite the difference in age she's willing to understand why I resolve to myself apart from helping in house chores and at the business I barely try speaking to her or seen anywhere in the house apart from the room. People have hurt me times without number and maybe in future I can open my heart to trust someone again but as it stands I can't
