AMELIA
"Perfect," I sighed when I stepped back to survey the dinner table.
I stepped forward, made a few tiny adjustments to the place mats and then it was truly perfect.
I had invited Queenie over to the house for dinner and she was due at any moment. Just then, the doorbell rang. I hurried away to the front door to show Queenie into the house.
“I hope you’re not mad I’m a bit late,” she said the moment I opened the door.
“Of course not. Come in. I just made dinner.” I said.
She began sniffing the air the moment she stepped over the threshold.
"Something smells really good in here," she smiled. “I can see you’re still the chef I know.”
"No, it doesn't," I said with a laugh. "I cooked in the kitchen, not here."
"Fine then. Where's dinner? Let's start eating already."
I shook
