C16 The Wrong Move.

(Ava's POV)

A smile flashed across my face, seeing the final results of what I had cooked. For a minute, I felt like a chef who deserved an award; a golden one.

I chuckled.

It was pure beauty—straight out of heaven.

The grilled cheeseburger was sitting elegantly on the glass place, accompanied by some french fries. I had also roasted a full chicken, and surprisingly, it came out so good