#Chapter 59 - You Aren't What I Imagined

Soren It has been exactly ten days since Celia and I first arrived at the seaside villa. We have found a good rhythm with each other, always greeting one another in the morning before moving on with our day. I help her make dinner since it is her life’s mission to teach me how to properly cook for myself if I am ever alone, and I am her loyal student who hangs onto every word. She has taught me how to cook pasta, how to properly cook chicken, and has even taught me how to poach eggs since I nailed every other type on the first try. We share laughs whenever I mess up, such as me accidentally burning the olive oil we had in our pain or forgetting to take out the meal from the oven, filling the entire home with smoke. We spent a solid hour having to get the smoke out, our laughs filling the seaside home. On the days that we do not feel like cooking, we send one of the solider’s off to pick up food for us at a nearby restaurant while I help her grow accustomed to the intricacies of