My sweet Dante

ALINA

"Dante what are you cooking?" I asked with a cock brow as I meandered into the broad kitchen.

My eyes took in every detail of the kitchen.

The kitchen was huge. It seemed like a dinning room. A long shiny marble kitchen counter laid in the middle, separating the broad kitchen into two parts.

Various cupboards and carved stools of different designs were littered all around. The rays of the sun gave off rainbow specks to the grey tiles of the kitchen wall as it hit them.

We had already eaten a sumptuous breakfast prepared by the hotel cooks so what was Dante cooking?

Dante who had his back turned against me, stood near one of the induction stoves that were built into the kitchen counter.

He had an apron on and a hair net which I really found very amusing.

He was whisking eggs and cream in a bowl.

He pivoted and a beam shone in his eyes. "Well this is frittata. It's just like omelette but garnished with meat, cheese and vegetables. I'm making it specially for you"

"W