Chapter 29

Aurora's POV
Every now and then, I tried to get involved—organizing the ingredients and making this activity seem like a valuable exercise and experience for me. It’s not just about the food, it’s also about building moments and memories with Dante and his family.
As we work together in the kitchen, laughter, and small talk fill the air, making me feel closer to everyone in the house. These simple moments remind me of how much collaboration means in living together, and how every role, big or small, contributes to the happiness and success of our household.
As it turns out, cooking isn’t as scary as I thought it was. Over time, I’ve come to see cooking as an art—where I can express myself and do different things to create something special. Every ingredient I choose and every seasoning I use can all be part of a fun experience.
I can even enjoy the food I’ve cooked myself, feeling proud when I see the results, and best of all, enjoying it with the people I love. “Wow, these shrimp taste so good!” I think as I try the dish I just made, giving me a deep sense of satisfaction.
“You’re great, Aurora,” Dante compliments, coming over and watching me proudly as I set the dish on the table. His smile is warm and genuine, making me feel even more excited.
“Thank you, Dante! I still have a lot to learn, but I’m glad I could serve you this,” I replied with a smile, feeling the excitement around us.
Dante’s praise and support meant a lot to me. He made all my efforts worthwhile, and without realizing it, all the anxiety I once felt slowly disappeared. Every time I made something new, I felt more confident in trying new recipes and exploring flavors.
“Together we can make this a fun experience. Maybe we can try making a new recipe sometime soon?” Dante offered, his eyes sparkling with excitement.
“Yes, that would be so much fun! We can involve our children in the future too,” I said, imagining a beautiful moment where we would all gather in the kitchen, laughing together while cooking and creating new memories.
With each experience in the kitchen, I felt closer not only to the food but also to the family we would soon build. Cooking is a form of affection that I can channel, and I feel that every dish I make is an expression of love for Dante and our children.
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That night, I saw Dante working on his laptop, looking serious and focused on the work in front of him. “There’s a big project I’m working on,” he said as he typed quickly. Seeing him like that, I felt a mixture of admiration and worry. He always tried his best to achieve the best, and I really appreciated his dedication.
On the other hand, I hoped that he would stay healthy amidst all the pressure and busyness. I knew how heavy the burden he was carrying, and as his wife, I wanted to give him a little freedom in his routine.
“Here, I’ll make you some warm tea,” I said as I handed him a cup of tea that I had prepared. The warm aroma filled the room, and as I served it, I could see his face soften a little.
“Thank you, Aurora. You always know how to make my days better,” he replied with a heartfelt smile. He took the cup and drank the tea as if feeling the calm that came with the warmth of the drink.
Seeing him enjoying the warm tea I made gave me a sense of happiness. “I just want to give you the best, especially when you’re working hard like this. Don’t forget about your health,” I said with concern.
Dante looked at me, a sparkle of love in his eyes. “I promise I’ll take care of myself. Especially with you by my side, I feel more empowered to face everything,” he answered sincerely.
We chatted for a while, talking about various things. Small moments like this, sitting together, supporting and encouraging each other, were reminders of how important our relationship was. Even though there were many challenges out there, we could always lean on each other.
With enthusiasm and love flowing, I felt ready to face everything, together with Dante. This was a beautiful journey, and I believed we would continue to grow with every step we took, making our love stronger and deeper.
I opened my phone in the hope of finding information about Molly, my sister whom I had not been able to contact for a long time. Maybe she had activities online that could give me clues about her whereabouts. As I scrolled through my feed, I suddenly came across a post tagging Molly.
I frowned, focusing on the cheerful-looking picture. Molly was on the beach, smiling next to a man. Her smile looked happy, making me feel a little relieved, but questions immediately came to my mind. “Who is that?”
I felt a mixture of curiosity and a little anxiety. We hadn’t communicated in the past few weeks, and now seeing her with someone I didn’t know made me feel like something was missing. Has she found someone new? How was she?
Immediately, I felt the urge to find out more. Quickly, I opened the comments below the post, hoping for a hint of who the man was and what their relationship was. “Maybe a new friend?” I thought, trying to calm myself down.
I saw several other friends commenting positively on how they seemed to be getting along and enjoying their time at the beach. Some even called them “the perfect couple.” The feeling of anxiety rose slightly. Longing and worry mixed together in my soul.
“Should I contact her directly?” I thought, but at that moment I felt confused. I didn’t want to intrude on her personal life or come across as jealous, but at the same time, I felt the need to connect with her.