Chapter 135

Chapter 135Isabella’s POVThe kitchen looked like a disaster.Flour dusted the counters, streaked across Dominic’s black shirt, and somehow ended up in Mateo’s hair. The bowl sat between them like an opponent they were both determined to defeat.“You’re doing it wrong,” Mateo announced very seriously.Dominic narrowed his eyes at the whisk in his hand. “I’m following instructions.”“You’re stirring too fast,” Mateo corrected. “Mama says slow circles. Not like you’re fighting it.”