Aria’s POV
The kitchen was still filled with the heat rising from the pan.
I took the last pancake out of the skillet. The edges were lightly crisp, and inside was my preferred ratio of ingredients—low-sugar batter, crushed rosemary, and a touch of sea salt for flavor.
Simple. Clean. Not overly sweet.
Isabella had already reached for it impatiently. Maybe because Rhett had left, she seemed less restrained.
“Hurry, hurry.”
She leaned in to smell it first.
“It smells so good.”
Then she cut off a small piece and put it into her mouth.
Her eyes lit up almost instantly.
“Aria—”
She looked up at me, her expression exaggerated in a way that was almost cute.
“Did you secretly go take classes or something?”
I froze for a moment.
“Your mom taught me yesterday morning.”
“My mom taught
