SIENNA'S POV

I was in the kitchen with Tessa, watching how she was preparing a particular soup recipe while I dry the washed plates. My nose was too busy betraying me, letting out a loud, unwelcome sneeze. Gosh, that was too loud.

"That’s the fifth time, Sienna," Tessa said, not even bothering to hide the amusement in her voice. She turned away from the pot on the stove and raised a brow at me. "You’re catching a cold. I told you not to get wet like ...