Chapter Ten

It's now evening, and I'm sitting at the dining table with Matteo, who appears to be chatting nonstop about what he's learnt today. I believe he is one of those persons that simply enjoys learning. If he were to be assigned to a Hogwarts house, it would be Ravenclaw.

I stare down at my lap, my right hand covered with the bandage from earlier, zoning out from what he's saying. I recall Alessandro's irritation and anger in his eyes, but his hands were so gentle against mine, a sharp contrast.

"Ilaria?" Matteo's voice snaps me out of my trance, and I withdraw my fingers away from where Alessandro's hand was on mine. Looking up, I notice Matteo asking me a question.

"Yes?" I inquire, turning my body to face him.

"What do you think? The chicken or the egg?" He asked with wide eyes, as though he's fascinated by the topic he's asking. I come to a halt while I mull over the question. No one, not even professional scientists, knows the answer to that question.

"Um.. I don't know that's a hard