Vanessa’s POV
I stood at the counter, my hands busy whisking eggs while the scent of sizzling bacon filled the air. Lisa moved around the kitchen, her vibrant energy filling the room as she flipped pancakes with precision.
“Alright, spill it,” Lisa said, narrowing her eyes as she poured orange juice into a glass. “You’ve been quiet all morning. What’s on your mind?”
I sighed, placing the whisk down. I wiped my hands on a nearby towel, my gaze falling on the kitchen window. Outside, the frost clung to the glass, a reminder of the cold winter morning. “I’m just thinking,” I murmured.
Lisa arched a brow, crossing her arms. “About Adrian?”
I hesitated, then nodded. “Do you think he’ll actually want to meet Kelvin?” I asked, my voice tinged with uncertainty.
Lisa snorted, shaking her head
