Usurped by the Tutor
I harbored nothing but disgust for him.
At the gala, servers flitted through the crowd offering beautiful desserts. Whenever I took a second glance at any of them, Luca would immediately lean over and use a silver fork to carefully pick out the small pieces of parsley before bringing it to my lips with practiced ease, his gaze so tender it could melt ice.
"Mama, open your mouth," mimicked Sofia.
I ate it, praising it for being sweet.
Sofia clapped her hands excitedly. "Dad told me that sweet things are the way to go. Our family will always be as sweet as this dessert!"