Lacey's P.O.V.
"Grace, please let me help you"
I plead with Grace as I swing back and forth on one of the bar stools in the kitchen like a child.
"Nope, sorry darling, you've been banished to only eating the food today not making it"
Urgh!!.
Damn you Logan Black.
I don't know for sure if Logan is the one who has banished me but it's got his name written all over it, if you ask me.
"Can I at least wash or chop something? I feel bad just sitting here while you're cooking for all of us"
"That falls under helping, so no you can't"
Grace said with a chuckle and I groaned.
"Also, don't feel bad that I'm doing all of this on my own, honey because I don't mind it, besides, didn't your husband say earlier that age is just a number?"
Grace asks me with a smile.
"I wasn't offering my help
