Chapter 98 Wd
- Amelia's POV
- The next few minutes were a whirlwind of flour-dusted hands, playful giggles, and a growing cloud of white settling over the kitchen counter. Chloe, a little flour imp radiating from her nose, looked like a miniature baker gone rogue.
- "Oops!" she exclaimed, her smile wide as she accidentally knocked over the sugar bowl, sending a cascade of sparkling crystals cascading onto the floor.