Linguini Remy の小説・ストーリー

I needed it to be able to hold the night with me being as nervous as I was. “Fate, aye? I vaguely remember the two of us almost eating one another’s heads off” “Well, the two of us tend to eat each other’s faces, but you know…” “Dante” Aurora scolded as a waitress approached us with our food. Having preordered it, they already knew what to bring before we came. Aurora shook her head, seeing the pasta linguine which was placed in front of her. The red sauce’s smell filled my nostrils as the oregano’s smell mixed with garlic told me that this was going to be good. They placed the parmesan cheese between us, and put my fettucine in front of me.

“You order then, Mr. Responsible.” Without missing a beat, Jules turned to the waiter. “We will have one bruschetta to share.” He looked toward Damien. “Mr. Carrington?” “Tagliata di manzo e roasted vegetables.” The waiter nodded before looking at Elena. “I will have saffron risotto with grilled sea bass.” “And for you, miss?” Maya sighed dramatically. “Seafood linguine, add pasta too.” She leaned toward Jules. “I still think we should have ordered everything.”

Walking into the kitchen, the staff had an amazing spread for us. Along the middle of the stable was different pastas, garlic bread, salad and veggies. Everything was steaming and made my mouth water just looking at it. I decided to go with my favorite, Garlic Buttery Shrimp Linguine with 2 garlic bread rolls. I saw Grant chose Manicotti with one garlic great and a bowl of salad that he topped with ranch and croutons.

Jonathan smirks. I giggle, feeling more relaxed now. "I won't tell anyone if you won't," I tease him, taking another sip of the wine. "I'm not really sure what to order," I admit, looking at the long list of dishes. "Well, let me help you then," Jonathan says, taking the menu from me. "I highly recommend the linguine with clams. It's my favorite dish here." I nod and he orders for us, along with a few appetizers.

" How about I hug you or... I give you my credit card huh? " " Fine, I'll take your credit card " I stand up to my feet, quickly ipek is chicks before running up the stairs. I make my way to the room fast I put on my best spaghetti and a bomb shot and run out. Only to meet #bestfriend number two and the sea beside Remy laughing, talking and talking. I roll my eyes as I sit beside Remi on the left side. I even wonder if Aria has a crush on Remy even if she does she is so good at hiding it

"You look beautiful." "Thank you," I whispered, my fingers fidgeting with the fabric of my skirt. I looked away, then back at him, my pulse racing. "I... I wanted to talk to you about something." "What’s up?" I swallowed hard, the lump in my throat feeling like lead. “You know the Lombardis are coming over for breakfast. To... to set the date.” "Yeah," he said, his expression flattening out, "I know." I hesitated, my voice dropping to a nervous whisper. "I wanted you to know that Remo is coming too. Rino is bringing him."

When I got into the kitchen, I see Toni standing over the stove cooking something that smells unbelievable, I grab a glass from the cupboard, walk over to the fridge, and made myself some orange juice. “Hi Toni, what are you cooking tonight? It smells amazing.” “Why thank you Savannah dear, I am cooking a family special linguini and meatballs in a rich tomato Bolognese sauce and mushrooms.” Taking a sip of my juice whilst taking a seat at the breakfast bar. “Wow that sounds amazing I can’t wait to taste it.”

I hurriedly got on g****e and dialed her number. "Hello?" she answered. "So, what's the recipe?" "Oh thank god! It's Rigatoni with Marinara Sauce and Ricotta." "Ri... ga... to.... ni.... Will you say it slower? I didn't quite get it." "Rigatoni with..." "With..." "Marinara Sauce." "Ma... ri... na... ra... wait, what the hell is a marinara sauce?" "Just type." "Fine. Marinara sauce and?" "Ricotta."

He moved gingerly, but with a stubborn determination that told me he wasn’t planning to sit still for long. “I can eat in here,” he added. “No. You’ll eat in the dining room. Like royalty. Or at least like someone who didn’t almost pass out from a fever.” I supported him with one arm, and we made our way out of the room. The hallway was quiet, dimly lit. The air smelled like roasted meat and spices. Whatever the chef made tonight, it wasn’t garlic soup. Thank God. “You know,” Remy said, voice near my ear, “this is the weirdest almost-date I’ve ever been on.”

Alex, Audrey, Anna, Tari, Brax, Leila, Trent, Godric, and me. This was the first night since the Half Moon’s packs arrival that we all ate dinner together. This was also the first night I hosted a formal dinner between our pack and another. Though I’m not sure if I am the host at all. Luna Tari did all the cooking. She made two different Italian dishes. Ricotta Gnudi, which looked like meatballs made of flour. And Creamy Chicken Marsala, which was a fancy chicken, mushroom, and pasta meal. I was so happy she made the Creamy Chicken Marsala, because I wasn’t sure how Godric and Alex would feel if they didn’t have meat in their meal.