Ivonne’s POV

“Careful, careful,” I chanted in worry as Lora maneuvered the large glass pot where I had transferred the ready and delicious spaghetti into so it can be placed on the dining table.

Steam emitted from the transparent dish, filling the dining and living rooms with its captivating aroma. I stood close to Lora as she lowered it onto the wooden surface, ready to step in if anything went wrong.

“Phew,” we both mumbled in relief as it was situated safely. We gave each other a look before chuckling at our synchronized reaction.

“Help me set the utensils while I arrange the plates,” I said and handed her the...