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
