Love And Gelato Age Rating นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Hearing the word gelato, Stella opened her eyes wide and started to whine, looking at Didi: "Oh... per favore, Zia Didi." She had placed a hand against her heart and glanced at us for silent permission to serve them again. Elio and I agreed. How could we have told them no, right? I would have blamed myself for the rest of my life if I had said no. I had waited all evening for the check. I can still see Elio's expression when he opened the bill and found the ultrasound pictures. He had smiled so happily that the children had rushed to see the object of his joy. When he explained to them what the pictures represented, Gabriele and Stella had jumped on me to beg me in turn:

I say wetting my lips excited to devourer the soft-looking ice cream that seems to melt in one's mouth. He orders for me and quickly gives me the cone waiting for his. I sink my teeth into the gelato savouring the taste as my eyes scan all the couples at the carnival. I watch one particular couple who are eating gelato just like us. The female seems to have some cream on his face and the male gently wipes it off with his fingers.

Kelly The sound of Harper's excitement in the house was infectious. Harper darted around the living room, her small suitcase rolling behind her as if it were a pet she couldn’t part with. “Mommy, do they have unicorns in Italy?” she asked for the fifth time since breakfast. I laughed, zipping up my own suitcase and placing it by the door. “No unicorns, baby. But they have gelato, and I promise you’ll love it.” Her eyes widened. “What’s gelato?”

“Only a bit?” “Yes. Just small talk.” Poppy drops the brush into the cup and starts opening her crayon box to add more details. “Then the uncle gave me gelato. From a small box. Pistachio and chocolate. He said, ‘Don’t tell your teacher.’ But I told Anaïs, because she is my bestie.” “Where did he buy the gelato?” My question sounds like an interrogation wrapped in a soft voice. “I don’t know.” Poppy draws another circle on the page, this one bigger. “He said, ‘You want? Only if your mom allows gelato before lunch.’ I said, ‘My mommy very flexible.’”

Charlotte’s POV Nora and I stopped at the gelato place on the way back to the hotel, just like she’d asked. She got mint chocolate chip with gummy bears on top—a combination that I, quite frankly, thought was diabolical, but she seemed to like it so I didn’t complain—and I got pistachio. We sat outside on a bench near the boardwalk, watching the waves crash against the shore while we ate. By the time we were finished, both of our fingers were sticky with melted gelato and Nora had a smear of chocolate across her cheek. I wiped her face with a napkin before we headed back inside.

“Shall I have the head chef make a special one for you at home so you can keep looking at it? Without messing up the appearance of this ice cream and cake.” Helena laughed at that. “That's too much.” She took a bite of her ice cream. “Um... very good. It's refreshing.” She chose the mango and strawberry variant. The combination of fruit and milk contained in the gelato really spoiled Helena's taste buds. “You should try it, Michael.” Without hesitation, she scooped out a portion for Michael and offered it to him.