I woke up to the gentle aroma of sizzling bacon wafting through the air, accompanied by the sound of laughter and soft chatter. The morning sun was gentle as it stretched across my face. I stretched and yawned, feeling content with the new day.
"Evie!" Aria's voice called out as I entered the kitchen. My heart skipped a beat at the sight of her. She was standing there in her pajamas, flipping pancakes with a sense of grace and expertise that made it look like she had been a chef in a past life.
"Morning, sunshine," she greeted me with a smile, a strand of hair escaping her loose bun.
"Wow, you're quite the cook," I marveled, walking over to her, careful not to disrupt the wild pancake flipping she had going on.
She laughed. "Well, I have an audience to impress. They’re playing around i
