Chapter #49

Upon entering the kitchen, I was immediately greeted by the rich aroma of whatever Robin was cooking. She was hunched over the stove, her brow furrowed in concentration as she stirred a pot. The sizzling sound of cooking filled the room, mingling with the soft hum of the refrigerator.

Across the room, Heather was seated at the antique wooden dining table, engrossed in painting her nails. The table was littered with an array of nail polish bottles, their vibrant colors standing out against the dark wood. The soft click of the nail polish bottle opening and closing punctuated the silence every now and then.

I stood there, slightly taken aback to find them still here, and to announce my presence and draw their attention away from their tasks, I cleared my throat softly. Robin caught my presence first and said, " Stassie, you woke up and come on let's have dinner. I made your favorite dish spaghetti bolognese,"

Their lack of questions about Eden or his offer left me feeling both surprised