Lena’s POV

I chose a pair of jeans and a soft blue pullover that matched my eyes. After freshening up, I walked out of the room towards the kitchen. I wasn’t much of a cook. Would Zephyrus be able to eat my simple dishes? What if he hated them? Suddenly, a strange urge to impress him, to make him happy, filled my mind and body. I looked inside the well-stocked refrigerator and pantry to decide on my menu.

Maybe he would like some steak and potatoes! I remembered having tasted the ...