Liliana’s Point of View
I quickly chopped the vegetables, smiling to myself as I noticed their amused expressions. They were watching me like it was the first time they had seen someone chop vegetables.
“Wow, your faces are hilarious,” I said, laughing softly.
“Are you always that fast at chopping vegetables? You look like a real chef,” Zep commented.
“I took a year-long cooking class so I could cook for my future husband,” I replied, still focused on the chopping.
“I’m ready to taste it,” Asher chimed in.
I looked at him and chuckled quietly. Right, he is my husband.
“Ash, here, eat this raw vegetable,” I teased, holding out a slice of cucumber.
He frowned, took the cucumber, and then handed it to Zep. I laughed when Zep ate it, skin and all.
I shook my head at them, amused. “Get out of here, I’m trying to cook.”
They pouted at my words, and Asher lightly smacked Zep’s shoulder.
“It’s your fault we got kicked out of the kitchen,” he said.
I laughed as Asher gently pushed Z
