chapter 93

Alana’s POV. I arrived home much later than I had originally expected, and the penthouse was a tranquil haven, softly illuminated by the gentle glow of dimmed lights. The delightful scent of my mother's culinary expertise wafted through the apartment, drawing me closer. The sliding balcony doors had been left wide open, allowing the crisp night breeze to flow in, making the ambiance even more inviting. My senses immediately followed the alluring aroma to the source: my mother in the kitchen, meticulously assembling enchiladas. It was a dish that held a special place in my heart, not only because it was incredibly delicious but also because it was the very first meal my beloved babysitter had prepared for me. When she had been offered a better job by my mother, she had taken the time to teach her the secret recipe, and my mother had since perfected it. The first bite of Mom's enchiladas always took me down memory lane to those simpler days when life was carefree. "Mom, what's all thi