Aria’s POV

The scent of freshly cooked meals filled the kitchen as I placed the last dish on the counter. Cooking with my mother-in-law had been surprisingly pleasant—lighthearted conversations and laughter making the time pass easily. It was a rare moment of peace, considering how the day had started.

She made me feel at ease, and I felt the aura of a motherly vibe from her. Let's say vice-versa because our connection was instant.

I wiped my hands on a kitchen towel, glancing at the clock. ...