ALEXA'S POV

Making my way in the kitchen, I found no one insight to disturb me from making a meal. I hope Mr. Brown doesnt mind me spending dinner at his mansion, I don't want to go home to find Cody asking me about questions with the mission.

I hummed a tune quietly while preparing ingredients for dinner while humming along, trying to calm myself. The song came to an abrupt end as the oven dinged. Grabbing my apron, I wiped my hands on it before wrapping it around me tightly and walked over to the oven with determination in my steps. The apron tied snug on my body. My...