Chapter 54

Angela

"Can you please set the table, Dad?"

"Sure thing, honey. Dinner smells amazing."

I smiled proudly as I turned back to the stove. I was very confident in my cooking because I only liked to eat nice things, and I didn't go out to each much, so everything I made had to be amazing.

After Dad set two places on the table fit for five, I served and carried the food over. Dad sat at the head of the table, and I took the seat to his left. We both ignored the seat directly in front of me and to his right that had been empty for a while now.

"Go ahead and serve," I offered, waiting for him.

He rubbed his hands, grinning as he eyed the dishes on the table.

"It also looks amazing; I don't know what to start with first."