Arella's POV
“That sounds like a lovely idea.”
I snapped my head around, and there, stepping gracefully into the kitchen was Selena. She looked like those photo-shopped models that just stepped out of a magazine or something—gorgeous, poised, and effortlessly elegant. She didn’t belong in the kitchen, covered in flour and sugar. Yet there she was, eyes gleaming with curiosity.
“You think so?” I asked, raising an eyebrow and wiping my hands on my apron. “I was just telling the kids about a little party we’re going to throw for them. Cain’s birthday is overdue, and Eva’s is right around the corner.”
Selena’s lips quirked into a smile, though her eyes betrayed a hint of caution.
“Yes, a party sounds wonderful,” she agreed, her voice warm and supportive. She walked over smiling at the chi
