Camila’s POV
I was home cooking up some recipes for the tasting my clients had tomorrow; for starters, I was cooking stuffed mushrooms, for the main course, I was cooking herb-roasted chicken, and for the side dish, I was cooking garlic mashed potatoes.
It was all I could focus on, so I had begged my neighbor to help me pick up my son, and I had called the school as well.
Normally, I wouldn’t do that, I would have gone myself if I wasn’t swamped, or even had Dylan get her for me, but she was also very busy at the office.
I glanced at the wall clock in the kitchen to see that Lydia and my son, and her daughters would be here soon. I had to make sure I was a little bit eased up before that, so I walked to the stove to turn down the heat below the potatoes I was boiling, and then I sta
