A few days had past and I had not seen Marco . It was an absence I could live without really and I had no complaints in the least . He was present in and around the mansion just never in my presence . Whether it was coincidence , sheer luck or just planned , I had no idea . Although , knowing Marco , as little that I did , nothing with him ever felt like a coincidence .
I spent most those days with my newly acquainted friends in the kitchen . I learnt how to make pasta from scratch under Greta' s guidence . It did end up in a flour flicking fight after that once Bianca entered the kitchen .
Greta was in her mid forties and widowed but had three grown children . She spoke very fondly of her late husband and her brown eyes glimmered with pride and affection when she told me all about her
