Stacy POV
Actually, I eavesdrop on the conversation between Sam and June. The words they share in the kitchen feels like a morning alarm that alerts me to act fast, saving my crush from my big bro who may sneak a chance to do her wrong in the morning.
At that time, my heart was burnt with rage and jealousy, a usual feeling I will experience when other people tend to tease or flirt with June. Once my bro has finished talking to her, I hide near the living room. As he flees, I tip-toe, walking to the kitchen.
The fragrant and savory smell of seasoned grilled salmon tease my nose as I arrive, standing near the bench, where June is busily cooking. Realizing at the activity, I'm kinda speechless since it must be me who serve the guest meals and snacks.
However, what I see is the guest ac
