Aria’s POV
Aunt Lydia came out of the kitchen carrying a plate of freshly made roast lamb chops and said to me with a smile, “Miss Aria, I didn’t know what you like to eat, so I just made a few of my specialties. Go on, have a taste.”
Before I could say anything, Clara glanced at the dishes on the table, her smile deepening. “Lydia, Miss Aria likes roast lamb chops.”
“Really?”
Hearing that, Madam Callahan immediately perked up. She casually picked up her fork, speared a piece, and placed it on my plate, looking at me with eager anticipation. “Then you must eat more. Try Lydia’s cooking—crispy on the outside, tender on the inside, absolutely delicious.”
At that moment, my throat tightened slightly.
For twenty-five years, no one had ever remembered so carefully what I liked to eat, let
