𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐄𝐅𝐔𝐋𝐋𝐘 𝐌𝐎𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐋 𝐊𝐈𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐈𝐍 𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐎 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐑, Amaryllis hummed along to the song playing from her laptop, not paying attention to anything other than the food.
As of this morning, her father had started to act just as he had before, his eyes forever drifting off in wonder of his wife and where she'd gone.
So Amaryllis was back on cooking duty, which she'd never minded given the fact that she always felt comfortable in the kitchen, it was honestly a stress reliever for her.
𝘒𝘕𝘖𝘊𝘒 - 𝘒𝘕𝘖𝘊𝘒 - 𝘒𝘕𝘖𝘊𝘒
The sound of knocking from the front door quickly drew the young woman's attention, causing her to pause from stirring the pot in front of her.
A small sigh left Amaryllis's mouth as she backed away from the stove, running her hands over the pink apron she'd been wearing before she removed it.
