#Bonus 7 ：Frame Job

Nina I got to work as soon as we reached home. Mixing bowls, a whisk, a dusting of flour and sugary sweetness in the air that I could taste on my tongue—the kitchen was my sanctuary, and I relished in the task at hand. Making the cake wasn't merely a chore; it was a testament to our love, a sweet delight to mark our engagement. It was a meditative practice, too; a way to unwind after everything. As I worked lovingly on the chocolatey batter, I found myself thinking that I would be spending a lot of time baking in this kitchen over the years. In my peripheral vision, I noticed Enzo fiddling with something in the hallway. Curiosity nudged at me, so I wiped my hands on my apron and tiptoed to the corner. “Whatcha doing?” I started to ask, but the words died in my throat as I saw him carefully aligning his mother’s picture in a new frame. He didn’t hear me approaching, and so his mannerisms remained natural, fluid, oblivious to my presence. I watched, transfixed, as he