*Bianca*
As soon as Amara and I got back to the compound, shuffling my shoes off my feet and tucking them away into the organizer, it was the glorious delicious scent of food that caught our attention first.
Even though we’d eaten out for lunch, that was hours ago and the smell of freshly roasted chicken wafting through the air sent a pang straight down to my stomach, which slowly woke up with a testing growl.
“That smells so good,” Amara said, nearly drooling as she sniffed the air. I was much of the same, a hand over my stomach as I wiped my mouth. It smelled like what you’d find in a fancy restaurant mixed with fragrant home cooking that rivaled it.
Amara, always being a foodie, couldn’t resist and before I could warn her that this was Leo’s house and not mine and we shouldn’t wander around, she was already gone. All I saw was her back as she slipped into the kitchen.
