Shelly’s POV
By the time Sabrina and I arrive home, the sun has already started to dip below the horizon, painting the sky with hues of orange and pink. It's around dinner time, and the house feels quiet, perhaps a touch too quiet, as though it's holding its breath for the evening's activity.
"Hey, Sab," I say, my tone light yet infused with a hint of anticipation. "What do you say about joining me in the kitchen tonight? I was thinking we could whip up a nice dinner for the guys. It'd be great to give the maids the evening off. I think they more than deserve a break."
Sabrina's face lightens up with enthusiasm. "Yeah, Shelly, I think that's a fantastic idea! What do you have in mind for the menu?"
A playful grin spreads across my face. "I was thinking about making chicken parmigiana
