"Gianna, you are so funny! How does your boss deal with you?" Sandro asked, his voice filled with amusement as he helped himself to yet another generous serving of the Christmas turkey and mashed potatoes.
Gianna let out a melodic laugh while reaching for a plate of gingerbread cookies adorned with icing.
"He doesn't really have to deal with me; he just has to keep his side of the bargain, and I'll do my job," She replied with a cheeky grin, her eyes sparkling with mischief.
The table erupted with laughter, all except for Zane, who pretended to be overly focused on the sweet potato casserole brought by old Mr. Thorne for the evening's dinner.
He furrowed his brow, wondering what was so amusing about Gianna's quip.
Grabbing another slice of prime rib, he closed his eyes momentarily, savoring the explosion of flavor in his mouth. How had he gone twenty-nine years without tasting something as spectacular as this?
