AURELIA'S POV:
"It looks so perfect!" Gia says gushing over the plate of food. I had to tap into the skills I learnt while waitressing to stylishly stack the pasta in order to give it an expensive look.
I grudgingly admit to myself that the food indeed looks like it was made at a high end restaurant.
"It's okay, I guess." I say with a nonchalant shrug of my shoulders, refusing to take note of the happy feelings swirling in my chest.
Gia gives me a knowing look which I proceed to promptly ignore. She helps me set the food at the dining table. She places a pitcher of juice beside the food and I can't help but admire the final look.
If I had a phone with me, I would have taken a picture of all this in order to prove to myself that I didn't dream up all of this.
My knees bounce under the table nervously as I wait for Alessandro to join me. I had served myself a generous portion, mine not as perfect as his.
