Chapter 9

Vincenzo

“So.” I sat down, admiring the food. She would be living here with us, whether we liked it or not—so I didn’t want to create an awkward atmosphere. “It looks good.”

Aria, who seemed to have forgotten all about Luis’ behavior, nodded her head. “It tastes even better. Dig in!” She spoke proudly.

Luis lifted his head to look at Aria. “We usually say grace—“

“Hmm, that’s delicious!” Aria spoke over him, munching her homemade pasta.

Luis wasn’t wrong. We did have a tradition of saying grace, but if Aria was not that religious—I would be kind enough to respect her decision.

“Or never mind, just continue whatever you were doing,” Luis mumbled, annoyed. His response surprised me. Everyone knew Luis as a kind kid who could even get along with a fly.

Whatever it was, he clearly wasn’t feeling Aria.

Luis and I shared a look as we took a bite of our pasta.

Judging by the way Aria stuffed her face, I could tell the girl felt no shame whatsoever.