Chapter 93

VESTA'S POV

The aroma of sizzling garlic and herbs filled the air, a symphony of deliciousness that made my stomach rumble. In the cozy kitchen of Dom's family home, I hummed along to the classic rock playing on the radio, chopping vegetables with a newfound sense of belonging. Gone were the days of takeout and microwave dinners in my tiny apartment. Tonight, dinner was a family affair, and for the first time, I felt like I was a part of it.

"Need a hand with that, Lila?" Diana, Dom's younger sister, called out from the stove, where she was stirring a bubbling pot. Her smile was genuine, devoid of the initial suspicion she'd harbored when we first met.

"Nope, I'm good," I replied, tossing a perfectly diced onion into a pan. "Besides, this warrior can handle a few veggies."

Diana chuckled, the sound warm and inviting. "Warrior, huh? Sounds like you've been spending too much time with Dom."

"Hey, it's contagious," I teased, winking at her. "So, spill the beans. What's on the menu tonight