Chapter Eighty-six

The next morning, Elena awoke to the scent of freshly brewed coffee wafting through the air. As she made her way downstairs, still groggy from sleep, she couldn't help but be surprised when she entered Andrea's kitchen. There, standing near the stove, was a woman she had never seen before.

"What's going on here?" Elena murmured.

Startled, Elena blinked a few times to make sure she wasn't dreaming. The woman, who appeared to be in her late 50s, had a warm smile on her face as she skillfully chopped vegetables on the counter. She wore a crisp white chef's coat and had her salt-and-pepper hair tied neatly in a bun.

Elena cautiously approached the woman. "Um, excuse me," she said, her voice filled with curiosity. "I hope I'm not intruding, but who are you?"

The woman turned her attention to Elena and smiled warmly. "Oh, dear, you must be Elena," she replied, her voice carrying a hint of an accent. "I apologize for not introducing myself earlier. My name is Rosana."

Elena's eyes widened in