Bab 71: Chapter 69

Avara POV

Growing up as the only girl between my father and brothers. I'm used to being the chef, cleaner and referee. But today I feel like a housewife. I'm all dressed up for dad's important visitors with my hair held up in sophisticated chignon with a floral and fitted open-back dress to match as I prance around in heels. I pause when I can hear my father's foghorn voice greet his guests as he ushers them into the dining room, where I already have the table decked with appetizers.

With the chicken Marbella nearing its final stages, its aroma filling the kitchen with a medley of garlic, herbs, and prunes, I grab the uncorked vintage wine bottle and head out to welcome our guests. Emerging from the kitchen, I step through the large archway into the dining room, only for my grip on the bottle to falter when my eyes land on him.

Landen.