“Hmmm, I smell something good. What are you preparing, Gen?” Mrs. Eliana’s warm voice floated into the kitchen as she stepped in, her eyes lighting up at the sight before her.

Genesis stood by the counter, sleeves rolled up, her hair tied loosely behind her head as she stirred a creamy sauce on the stove. The soft smell of herbs, garlic, and something buttery filled the air. It was the first time Eliana had seen her cooking in the Blackwood mansion and it brought an unspoken warmth to her chest.

Genesis turned with a shy, cozy smile. “I… it’s nothing much. Do..” She stopped herself, catching her breath, then shook...