Chapter 44

Emiliana

The smell of garlic and thyme danced in the air. It wafted around me in waves and streams, making my mouth water and my stomach growl longingly. I followed the alluring scent of food, finding Giovanni’s towering form shifting in front of the stove. Pans boiled and bubbled, steam poured from the lids enhancing the smell of what I could only describe as cheese and tomato heaven.

“I thought you could use a decent meal, instead of the take out you keep ordering.” Giovanni spoke with his back to me, his arm stirring pots meticulously without a glance my way. He was in his crisp black shirt and slacks and I wondered if he ever wore or owned clothing resembling comfort. I looked down at my own attire. Grey jogging bottoms and a baggy t-shirt that covered every curve and womanly feature of my body.