ELLA'S POV
The minute I stepped into the kitchen, the smell of grilled chicken and the spicy smell of lemon-dill sauce slammed into my nostrils, leaving pangs of hunger in its wake. Lisa had led me to the elevator and pushed the button before she stepped out and gave me a bow just before the metal doors clicked shut.
Harper lifted his eyes, and his gaze swept over me. His face lit up, like a fluorescent bulb and lingered on me for what seemed to be like eternity but in reality, it was a few minutes. “There you are!” He declared, his tone electrifying. “Come, come, brunch is set.”
My eyes dropped down to the table and my jaw almost grazed the floor, at the sight a few inches away from me. The lengthy dining table was filled with a variety of delicacies from one end to the other. Lamb
