Your father is still alive?

"I'll order us something else to eat." He said, packing away the dishes.

"Is it also gonna be spaghetti?"

"If you want."

"Yay." She said dramatically, earning a smile from him.

The order came through after a little more than twenty minutes. Belle was the one to open the door and receive the food they ordered.

Leaving it on the dining table, she went to the kitchen to let him know the food had arrived because he was cleaning up what remained from the horrible dish he made.

She almost bumped into him because he was on his way out with two wine glasses in his hands. He wanted them to have wine.

"Why do you have those glasses?" She noticed them.

"We are going to have wine."

"Wine? I can't have wine, I'm not good with wine, I get drunk easily, I told you that." She reminded him.

"Yes, I remember. It's why we are having a non alcoholic wine."

"Oh." She said closing the kitchen door as he made his way through.

They both sat at the dining table as they ate silently. Belle loved the wine they