Bella Scott felt as if she had just woken up from a dream, eyes downcast and somber.
She always fantasized about how wonderful it would be if Edward Anderson were still alive.
But that person was gone...
Edward went to the kitchen afterward, quickly preparing breakfast with hamburgers, fried eggs, and delicate pastries.
Bella ate the breakfast, the familiar taste was so comforting.
She closed her eyes, admonishing herself that even if he looked like Edward and the food tasted like Edward's cooking, he was not Edward, and she mustn't entertain such thoughts.
Yet, with every bite, she felt as if the breakfast was made by Edward himself.
"When did you learn to cook?" Bella asked casually, trying to take her mind off those thoughts.
"After I met you." Edward replied with a smile.
His smile was warm, his features relaxed, and the sunlight shone on his face, warming her heart.
Bella felt her heart stir as she looked at him.
