Giovanni
“Can you put extra Mascarpone on it, please? Thank you.”
Francesco smiles at me as he scoops up another few flakes of the cheesy topping.
“She really loves that stuff,” I mumble as I direct my gaze back onto my phone.
I’m currently waiting in a pizzeria for our pizzas to be prepared as I had sneaked out to buy us lunch, thinking she would love that.
But actually, I wasn’t in the mood to even get out of the house at all as she was acting strange. I couldn’t wait for her to finally tell me what had happened and as I had spotted her mother taking part in the dinner as well, I was afraid that she said or even did something that might hurt her.
She is such a stubborn woman, but when it comes to such things, she crumbles like a house made out of leaves.
As soon as I will fi
