Chapter 49.

Amelia's POV

Despite the abundance of equipment, the pantry was surprisingly bare. There were a few cans of vegetables, some pasta, and a half-empty bag of cheese. My initial anxiety morphed into a determined challenge.

With Chloe perched on a stool, swinging her legs and chattering excitedly, I set to work. I whipped up a simple yet delicious tomato and mozzarella pasta, using my knowledge of flavor profiles and improvisation to compensate for the limited ingredients.

As the aroma of cooked pasta and melted cheese filled the air, Eddie and Chloe watched in fascination. By the time I presented the dish, their eyes were wide with anticipation.

Chloe took one bite and her eyes lit up. "Wow, Amelia! This is yummy!"

Eddie followed suit, his expression mirroring hers. "Amelia, this is incredible. Where did you learn to cook like this?"

He smacked his head. "Stupid question. You're a chef!"

Chloe giggled, still enthusiastically digging into the food.

A warmth spread through me, fueled by th