Betty's POV. 

When I woke, the air already carried a warm, buttery sweetness that made my stomach stir before my eyes even opened. 

The moment I opened my eyes, sunlight slipped across the tray on my lap. It was pancakes stacked like a small tower, syrup glistening, fruit gleaming like jewels. 

For a second, I just blinked, still half caught in sleep, before hunger took over.

Each bite melted on my tongue, and I didn’t stop until the last crumb was gone. My fork clinked softly against ...