Kara's POV.
As expected it is warm inside the house. I feel relieved instantly. Alessia pulls away from me, and walks off to her room. I'm most certain she's gone to have her bath.
Since we enter through the backyard, which leads to the kitchen, my nostrils haven't been in settlement because of the amazing food scents lingering in the air.
I continuously breath in more than I exhale,.not wanting the smell to just go in waste. I can't wait to eat dinner.
Mrs. Seth, and Mr. Robertson are in the kitchen, laughing as they talk about dishes, and cooking. It's their thing, so I don't blame them if they are talking as though it's something far more important. Well, food is far more important in most cases, so I'll suggest they are talking very reasonably.
In the dining area, I meet with
