The delicious smell of molten cheese and pepperoni hits me as Aadvika and I walk through a stone archway flowing from the lounge into the kitchen. As I already expected, the kitchen is a chef's dream - vast and spacious, with no expense spared. There's a comfy-looking dining area in front of yet another stone fireplace, and a massive ebony marble-topped kitchen island at the kitchen's centre.
The set of double doors that opens out onto the verandah is slightly ajar, I can can hear sound coming from outside - voices, music.
I don't know how I know it, but I'm one hundred percent certain that Ezra is in that group, hanging around the pool or the fire pit or whatever's out there. I'm grateful that Aadvika and I have the kitchen to ourselves. I'm suddenly starving, and I know that seeing Ez
