Rebecca’s POV
I have changed my clothes three times already.
The first one felt to formal, the second felt too casual, and the third. Well now I am staring at the mirror. Wondering if this gives a You are highly welcome and make yourself at home kind of feeling.
I smooth the fabric and drag it down. It’s just dinner. It’s just my boyfriend, kind of meeting my mother.
“Rebecca!” Mum calls from the downstairs. “Can you check the oven? I think the chicken might be burning”
I rush out of the room reserved for me, and head to the kitchen. I yank the oven door open. A wave of heat hits me. It isn’t burning but it is turning brown faster than it should.
The kitchen smells like rosemary and garlic. She has gone and outdid her self again. Baked potatoes, that cheesy spinach thing that s
