38. Draka's POV
After a few hours, Chelsea and I have cooked five different meals and the kitchen smells like what I would imagine heaven’s kitchen would smell like.
She is a fast learner and even though her hands movements are very novice, she catches along very quickly.
She is very proud of herself and how heavenly her(our) meals taste. She laughs in happy giggles and I'm proud to be her teacher. Even my shoulders are less tense.
“God, I feel like a housewife now. No wonder Rowan opened a restaurant for you. I'm sure everyone is rushing to buy your food.” She gulps down a bowl of spaghetti.
“Well, I'm just starting,” I shrug, trying to be humble. “I am not really that popular as I just started.”
“Nonsense,” she refuses. “Who would not want to buy your food after tasting this
