Aria's POVI reached into the pantry and found a bag of flour and some eggs. I dumped a pile of flour directly onto the wooden table, the white powder clouding up in the air."Aria, the counter is much cleaner…""Shh," I said, pointing a flour-covered finger at his nose. "Rule number one of the holiday, stop being a CEO. We’re making pasta from scratch. And if it tastes like cardboard and ends up all over the floor, that’s even better."Lucien stared at the mess on the table, then at the smudge of white on his nose. For a second, I thought he might snap back into his guarded self. But then, a slow, beautiful laugh broke from his chest. He reached out, grabbed a handful of flour, and lightheartedly tossed it back at me."Is this the 'fun' you promised?" he asked, his eyes dancing with excitement."It’s just the beginning," I laughed, wiping the flour from my eyes.As we spent the next hour wrestling with sticky dough and laughing until ou
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