Rest In Spaghetti Never Forgetti 소설 & 이야기

“You. Come with me.” He led her not to the bustling main floor, but to a small, soundproofed office behind the kitchen. It was Spartan: a desk, two chairs, a cabinet. He closed the door. The distant music vanished. “Sit.” She sat. He remained standing, leaning against the desk, looking down at her. “Lia Moretti. Castellammare del Golfo,” he said. It wasn’t a greeting. “Tell me about the festival of Santa Fortunata. What’s the traditional dish served at the procession?”

I prepped everything neatly on the counter before opening the walk-in cabinet and selecting the best Italian thin spaghetti—the kind I knew Valentina loved. “Valentina!” I called out toward the living room. “Have you seen the tube of tomato paste? I want extra flavour—and also some parsley. I forgot to check—did Giuliana have parsley or basil in the greenhouse? Can you go with Kareem and look?” Silence. I frowned, pausing with my hands on the pasta box. “Valentina? Heeelllo? I need your help can you get it for me?” That’s when a cold voice answered from behind me.

Chapter Seventeen—Manchego’s, The memories Manchego’s was definitely the same even after her return. It’s pristine white walls, the authentic Italian food and what they were best known for—the most amazing tiramisu in all of America. Gianna salivated just at the thought of ordering some as she drove to the restaurant.

My mouth immediately watered at the sight as I swallowed the drool threatening to slip out of my lips to avoid embarrassment. He still remembered, I thought sadly. “Spaghetti Alla Carbonara,” He said, staring into my eyes. “And Chicken Cacciatore.” “You remembered.” I stated, discreetly trying to wipe the tear at the corner of my eyes. “I never forgot every single detail about you. Your favorite food, your favorite book, everything. Your body language, included.” I blushed crimson and ducked my head down on the table. He was clearly enjoying this! And I was too weak to retort. He knees his way with words, like always.

Livia said, and her mother Bursted into laughter. All this while valentina just kept glaring at Aurora. 'Why does she get whatever I want,' She taught inwardly. "Can we just eat please" Valentina yelled, making everyone turned to look at her. Her mother rolled her eyes likewise her sister. They knew she hates Aurora, and every matter that has to do with her. "She's right. Let's just eat" Aurora said. Everyone started eating. The food consist of spaghetti bolognese which is one of the famous Intaly food, and one of the best.

he said simply, retreating toward the bedroom. --- By the time he returned, Valentina had finished laying out the table. Luca pulled out a chair and sat, his eyes sweeping over the spread before lingering on me. I shifted under the weight of his gaze. Valentina appeared with the first dish. “Spaghetti aglio e olio,” she announced, setting a steaming bowl at the center before adding golden bruschetta glistening with olive oil. A moment later, she returned with a platter of Caprese salad. “You can go now,” Luca dismissed her.

...... I growled in pain as I saw the note attached to the fridge. "Arghhh" I screamed as I pulled my hair. I totally forgot I was going to start that stupid training. Bree I know you would have forgot about your training with your brother today that is why I'm writing this note to remind you. I left some cooked spaghetti in the fridge, heat it up together with the sauce and have that for lunch, don't forget to call your brother when you are well rested.

"I didn't spread those photos. If you don't believe me, call the cops right now." I pulled out my phone. Sarah snatched it out of my hands and smashed it on the floor before I could even blink. "Haven't you caused enough of a scene?!" The sound of my phone shattering echoed down the hospital hallway. Someone recognized me. They held up their phone and started recording. "That's the guy from Belland City—the famous jealous husband who's always catching his wife cheating." "Honestly, I kind of feel bad for him. His parents don't give a damn about him. I heard his bride ditched him for a bar on their wedding night."