Nadine Pov
It had been a few days now since the wedding anniversary of Edward's parents.
The heaviness in my heart still lingered, but today marked a new beginning as I prepared myself to return to work.
As I made my way downstairs, the comforting aroma of breakfast filled the air, beckoning me into the kitchen.
I entered to find Carla bustling about with a smile, her apron dusted with flour.
"Good morning, Nadine," she said warmly.
"Breakfast is ready."
My eyes widened at the sight before me - a stack of fluffy pancakes adorned with a dollop of butter already melting and oozing over the sides, creating a mouthwatering caramelized glaze.
The anticipation built within me as I took my seat at the table.
"They smell delicious, Carla," I remarked gratefully, inhaling deeply.
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