Love And Gelato Age Rating Mga Nobela at Kwento

He wasn’t wrong. Giuliana appeared, dragging Aria behind her. “Mama, Aria says we can get gelato if you say yes.” “I said maybe,” Aria corrected. “If Mama agrees.” Nine years old and already negotiating like a lawyer. “Gelato sounds perfect.” “Really?” All three of them lit up. “Really. Let me just say goodbye to a few people.” They scattered immediately. Probably already planning their flavors. Alessandro found me near the back gallery.

And the only restaurant that sells gelato with choco mint flavor, only on the border between the three residential areas; Black George, White George, and Red George. It really borders the neighborhood where Maxim and Maxine live. Even the back yard of the restaurant overlooks directly into the front yard where the Kellys live. "Are you totally okay?" Leo inquired of Maxim as Ivan served them gelato in their favorite flavors. Maxim sighed and stretched his shoulders before eating the tip of the green gelato, which was topped with a thick layer of choco chips. "You're not okay," Ivan exclaimed. "Come here!"

"I have, ma'am. I have everything in place. You can check it out." Stellina walked to the table where the food souvenirs she had bought were arranged. There were bananas scented with Rome's specialty nesco. Arianna loved Italian gelato. Especially for this snack, Stellina bought it at a local shop. Arianna certainly wouldn't mind. The little girl is a fan of Italian ice cream, which is famous for its authentic flavor. Stellina also brought several pieces of Italian gelato and her daughter's favorite flavors to enjoy with the family. "For accessories and non-food items, Fabian has brought them to the gallery room, you can also check them there."

His chest tightened as he whispered, “Wendy was never my fiancée. The wedding, the photos—it was all fake. “I don’t love her. The only person I’ve ever loved… is you.” His breath came unsteady. “But I was too much of a coward to admit it. “If I admitted that I loved you… if I admitted that I had feelings for the girl I raised—how could I face your parents? “They were my best friends. They trusted me like a brother. How could I fall in love with their daughter? “I was a coward. I was too afraid to face what was between us. His voice cracked. “I told myself it was wrong. That your love for me was nothing more than admiration. That you’d grow out of it.

“He’s speaking more Italian than English.” Lorena chuckled. “Seems appropriate since we are in Italy. C’mon, Ella. Let’s go get a gelato.” Ella groaned. “Ugh, not you too.” Lorena laughed happily. “Don’t worry. It is one of the few words I know.” She turned her eyes to her son. “So gelato then spiaggia?” Lorena playfully shoved her shoulder against her friend, as she uttered the word beach in Italian.

he grumbled as he took the picture. “Says the man who knows every corner of Milan like he owns it,” I shot back and stuck my tongue out at him. By late afternoon, we ended up at a gelateria. Dominic ordered pistachio gelato, while I went for chocolate. With our cones in hand, we walked until we found a quiet bench overlooking a canal. It was already evening at this point. We had spent all day touring the city. “This feels unreal,” I murmured as I licked my gelato.

Oh God, maybe I am pitiful. Matteo moves to the counter and digs into the ice cream. "This is crap! You should try the pistachio gelato in Italy." 'You' instead of 'we'. "Yeah. I should. One of these days." I respond cooly. "It's your turn. Birth control." Leaning over the counter, I use the spoon he used to take a spoonful of the cream and bring it to my mouth for the explosion of cheap cream and artificial pistachio. It's not the best pistachio flavour out there; Elizabeth and Mum know the best shop. Who needs Italy?

Oliver and his sister were tactfully ignoring each other, and Michela was claiming as much attention as the engaged couple. "Michela, do you want some of mine? I can't finish it anyway," Ellie kindly said, offering her niece her chocolate molten lava cake upon noticing her scooping dregs of ice cream from her plate and licking it off her finger. "Yes!" "No." "Ma Papi! She has gelato..." "It's not good for you, principessa." "Papino, I never get to have gelato." "Now that's a lie. You've had ice cream twice this week."

The ravioli was my favorite. When I was really full, we went back to the car, but not before stopping at an ice cream shop to buy gelato. It was delicious. I had a red fruit one, and Jaden had a pistachio one. “Next stop, Branco delle Anime,” he said, with a thick accent. I pressed my legs together, feeling my body react to his deep voice. “I love hearing you talk like that,” I whispered. He winked and growled at me, pulling me in for a kiss. “Stop teasing me.”

The sign read Gelato Dreams, and the smell of sugar and vanilla greeted us before we even stepped inside. Andrew let me order first. I chose something nice—lavender and honey, curious to see if it would taste as delicate as it sounded. He raised an eyebrow, clearly amused. “You’re brave,” he said, taking his own choice: dark chocolate with chili. “You’ll need to taste mine too.” I smirked, teasing him. “Chili in ice cream? That’s… dangerous.” “Life’s dangerous,” he said with a shrug, leaning closer to watch me take the first tentative bite of my lavender gelato.