Clara stepped into the kitchen in the early hours of the morning to find Anjali and Elian both there with flour up to their elbows and the rich smell of yeast in the air. “Oh my god, are you making bread?”
“Anjali is teaching me her grandmother’s recipe for croissants.” Elian grinned.
“He’s going to teach me some of his grandmother’s recipe in exchange.” Anjali’s grin was wider than his.
“It’s five in the morning,” Clara shook her head and moved to hug Elian from behind where he had moved to wash his hands in the sink. He turned in her arms and plated a kiss to her forehead as he reached for a towel to dry off with. The dogs were nudging trying to get in between her and Elian as he finally enveloped her in a tight hug and kissed her soundly.
She knew he was trying to remain calm, but s
