★Anastasia★
It was celebration day, and the farmhouse smelled of warm spices and lemon. It was a comforting scent that reminded me of my childhood. I sat at the kitchen table and watched as Aunt Eloise and Noah moved around the kitchen effortlessly as they prepared a feast. It was so domestic and peaceful and, for the first time in days, I allowed myself to relax. The tension that had taken root in my shoulders eased as I listened to them laugh about some joke Noah was busy telling. I smiled as I reached for the glass pitcher and poured myself another glass of lemonade.
“And then…BAM…he ran straight into the wall!” Noah exclaimed.
“NO!” my Aunt squealed as she burst out laughing. I chuckled as I shook my head at the two of them. A part of me was cursing myself for turning down Noah a f
