Chapter 117

AMELIA

"Perfect," I sighed when I stepped back to survey the dinner table.

I stepped forward, made a few tiny adjustments to the place mats and then it was truly perfect.

I had invited Queenie over to the house for dinner and she was due at any moment. Just then, the doorbell rang. I hurried away to the front door to show Queenie into the house.

“I hope you’re not mad I’m a bit late,” she said the moment I opened the door.

“Of course not. Come in. I just made dinner.” I said.

She began sniffing the air the moment she stepped over the threshold.

"Something smells really good in here," she smiled. “I can see you’re still the chef I know.”

"No, it doesn't," I said with a laugh. "I cooked in the kitchen, not here."

"Fine then. Where's dinner? Let's start eating already."

I shook my head, and glanced at my watch. "Not yet. We will have to wait a bit. Damian is not home yet."

Queenie and I sat, chatting to pass the time while I waited for