Chapter 49

I close the morning paper and place it down on the kitchen counter in front of me unable to help but admire the beauty that unfold before me. I watch Mia moving gracefully through the kitchen, effortlessly preparing us breakfast, while at the same time sings and dances at the top of her voice, almost drowning out the voice of the actual artist as she describes the sky and give away her world. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee mingle with the tantalizing scent of pancakes, bacon, and syrup, making my stomach rumble in anticipation. As much as the tantalizing smells is a feast for my senses, visually I am spoiled.

Mia continues to hum and sing to herself, filling the room with a sense of warmth and happiness, without noticing how I was starting at her in a moment of pure bliss, lucky to be able to witness her so relaxed and happy.

I lean onto my arm, observing her graceful movements how she effortlessly glide across the kitchen, her body swaying to the rhythm of the music, before turni