Chapter 90

Chelsea’s POV

I got ready for school the next day, and I was so surprised and speechless to see mom setting the dining table.

She had an apron on, and it looked like she had been cooking.

“Hey, Chelsea, come have breakfast.” She beamed and gestured for me to sit. I stared curiously at her as she set the table and uncovered the food, and the sweet smell wafted through my nose.

Oh my!

Did mom make this?

“C’mon, Chelsea, why are you still standing? Hurry up and sit. Have breakfast so you won’t be late for school.” She smiled and walked closer to me. She tucked in a loose strand of my hair behind my ear.

She brought out a chair and made me sit on it. “I made you hot chocolate, just the way you like it.” She smiled and placed my cutleries beside my plate.

I just sat, watching her do everything.

What happened? I can’t even remember the last time mom cooked breakfast or even set the dining table. There are the maids and chefs to do it.<