Camila’s POV
As I stood in the kitchen cooking, all I could think of was something else entirely, and that was the party Miles was throwing that was coming up.
I knew I should be focused on the food, but I was too good a cook to mess this up just because I had something going on in my head. Not only was I going to make it good, but it was going to be delicious as well.
The weather outside was a bit chilly, like the season for rain was fast approaching, but the warmth of the stove was wrapped around me like a cozy blanket, so I wasn’t really feeling it.
The aroma of sizzling onions fills the air, dancing with the scent of garlic. I love myself cooking a whole lot, and I was proud of myself as well.
“No, Aunt Dylan! That’s so not fair.” I heard my son groaned and I glanced at them f
