Ivonne’s POV

“Careful, careful,” I chanted in worry as Lora maneuvered the large glass pot where I had transferred the ready and delicious spaghetti into so it can be placed on the dining table.

Steam emmited from the transparent dish, filling the dining area and living room with its captivating aroma. I stood close to Lora as she lowered if on the wooden surface, ready to jump in for the rescue if there was any mishap.

“Phew,” we both mumbled in relief as it was situated safely. ...