LILA'S POV
The tiny cooking and dining space was quieter than usual.
Asher was chopping peppers at the counter, sleeves pushed up, forearms tense.
He was pretending not to notice how much I was fidgeting, but I knew him too well.
“Should I cut the chicken smaller?” he asked, not looking up.
I tried to focus. “Yeah, maybe. Mira likes it that way.”
He nodded, but I saw the tiny smile he tried to hide. I turned back to the rice, steam rising, the smell of curry mixing with the sharp scent of onions.
I wanted everything to be perfect.
🐺🐺🐺
There was a soft knock at the door. I jumped, heart in my throat.
Asher wiped his hands. “I’ll get it.”
He opened the door, and Mira stood there, hair pulled back in a messy ponytail, eyes wide and hesitant.
Was she growing her damn hair? She a
