~SARA~
I stare at the burner, blinking.
What the f**k have I gotten myself into?
I narrow my eyes and take a closer look at the knobs, but one glance tells me this isn’t something I can just try my luck with.
The knobs are complicated—more complicated than the ones in Alex’s kitchen. Not only are there no clear labels, but there are about a dozen smaller buttons that do God knows what.
Martha folds her arms proudly. “That, Miss Jane, is the ThermaFlame Pro X9 Smart Gas Range.”
I blink at her.
“It’s equipped with an intelligent flame calibration system,” she continues smugly. “It automatically measures and regulates gas pressure to maintain the precise heat level required for whatever you’re cooking. No undercooked centers. No burnt bottoms.”
I stare at the knobs like they might sta
