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Iris POV

It's been a week since Dad has consented to the marriage, and I couldn't help but look forward to the following months when I'd be free. I maintained my composure at home and didn't do anything out of order to not alert my Dad or make him suspect that I was dying to leave the house.

As usual, I proceeded to the kitchen as time for dinner was near to make preparations for dinner and my sisters were there already.

“Look who's here.” My sister teased.

I chuckled and pinched the bridge of her nose while she giggled.

“What's for dinner?” I asked nonchalantly.

“We we're hoping you'd choose what we'll cook tonight, seeing that you're in a good mood.”

“I'm always in a good mood, let's make some lasagna.”

My sisters agreed after a few minutes of arguing with each other and then bickering followed by light jokes.

The process was one my mother had taught me and I perfected by watching a few movies online, but it was wholesome having to cook with my siblings.

Cooking was the one thing