Cecelia
Mrs. Kilstner’s kitchen was small, and impeccably clean, but rather cluttered with all sorts of antique-looking knick-knacks. There were shelves of ornamental teapots, fancy tea cups, random figurines, and an entire cupboard full of bells. Metal bells, porcelain bells, glass bells, little bells, and the largest bell was as big as my head. It took a bit of poking around before I found a functional teapot and a box of Earl Grey. I was just trying to figure out how to light the gas stove, which I was sure must have been made sometime around World War II, when Aiden came in, scowling dreadfully.
He gently shouldered me aside and showed me how to lift the lid and manually light the burner. Then he quickly moved as far away from me as he possibly could in the cramped kitchen space. I
