As we entered the house, the smell of roast chicken wafted through the air. My stomach growled, reminding me how long it had been since our picnic lunch. Luke caught my eye and smiled, a knowing twinkle in his gaze.
"Smells delicious," he said softly.
I nodded, returning his smile. "Mother's roast chicken is legendary. You're in for a treat."
We made our way upstairs to freshen up before dinner. As I reached the top of the stairs, Jane grabbed my arm, pulling me into her room.
"Alright, spill," she demanded, closing the door behind us. "What happened in the park?"
I felt my cheeks flush. "Jane, I—"
"Don't you dare try to deny it," she interrupted, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "I saw that kiss. And the way you two were looking at each other afterward... oh, Bella, it was so rom
