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Erica:

I was in the kitchen with a bottle of wine and the frying pan was on fire.

I had to check online for the recipe and I was told to flambé with alcohol. The shrimp were a blaze but I was calm and flipped them in the skillet until they were a beautiful golden brown.

Finally, I was done. I found it odd that Lorenzo hadn't come out of his room since Clarissa left. I was certain that the smell of his favorite dish was sure to attract him.

I sighed and set the table. None of this felt right.

I mean, it was the right thing to do but it didn't feel natural. I felt off. Like a part of me was resisting all of this.

I literally had to force myself into all this with the hope that I would ease up over time. But the feeling was still as strong as before. None of this felt like I was doing it with my heart.

I covered up the food and headed upstairs to shower and change.

The clean and fresh water on my body filled me with life and I could feel the aroma of the spices and sauces that clung to m