Erica's POV

I was in the kitchen with a bottle of wine and the frying pan was on fire.

I had to check online for the recipe and I was told to flambé with alcohol. The shrimp were a blaze but I was calm and flipped them in the skillet until they were a beautiful golden brown.

Finally, I was done. I found it odd that Lorenzo hadn't come out of his room since Clarissa left. I was certain that the smell of his favorite dish was sure to attract him.

I sighed and set the table. None of this felt right.

I mean, it was the right thing to...