Lucy’s POV
“Dig in!” I smiled at Adam with a wolf’s grin as he eyed the plates dubiously.
“What’s this?” He took a sniff of what I had prepared and tried not to wince as the acidic smell wafted from the beef.
“Well; it was supposed to be beef Wellington, but you didn’t have enough butter, so I improvised.” I shrugged as he glanced around his kitchen, the mess I made something to behold. I had mixing bowls out everywhere, every available utensil or spoon used and on the counters or in the sink, various pans on the stove for the side of broccoli and mashed potatoes I made, and the oven door still having some smoke billowing out of it.
I could see him war with himself about saying something but eventually giving up and picking up a piece of broccoli. It was overcooked and fell off of his
