Eden’s POV
I potter around the kitchen, humming to myself as the scent of the homemade bolognaise I’ve prepared permeates the air. Picking up the wooden spoon, I taste the sauce, bopping my head side to side as I swallow it before reaching for the spice rack and adding a little more flavour.
Beside the frying pan is a large saucepan that’s full of water, I check my watch, five thirty, still a little early to start heating it to cook the spaghetti.
I reach over to my phone that I’ve left on the side, and select my playlist, music filling the large kitchen as I dance around, moving my hips to the melody.
Grabbing a clean spoon, I hold it to my lips, singing along badly with the singer as I shimmy before dropping to a crouch using the edge of the worktop as a makeshift bar to keep my bala
