~ Niamh ~
I marched my way down the long, quiet hallway, navigating through the grand turns of the house until I finally reached the entrance of the massive kitchen.
The vast space was filled with the rich, mouth-watering aroma of roasted rosemary chicken and garlic butter, and the room itself was surprisingly crowded.
Hannah was leaning over the massive stove and stirring something steaming in a large metal pot, while Shauna stood right beside her, slicing fresh vegetables on a wooden board as they discussed something in low voices.
Over at the marble breakfast bar, Dario, alongside Bianco and Griffin who were now putting on loose cotton t-shirts, were squeezed together on the high stools.
