The Untypical Marriage
It wasn’t until she placed a bundle of carrots on the table and turned that she finally saw me.
Startled, she jerked back, her hand flying to her chest. “Ah! Mia Cara! You scared me!” she exclaimed, letting out a soft laugh.
“Sorry,” I replied.
“It's alright. Ah, I see you’ve met Jena, my daughter.” She said, glancing briefly between us. “I’ve been meaning to introduce you both, Jena just got back from culinary school in Florence. I was hoping the two of you would get along.” Maria moved toward the sink, placing the vegetables inside and turning on the tap to wash them.