Danielle
The chill air is perfect for making hard decisions.
Standing in front of the shelves filled with cookies, I ponder on which other kind of cookies would go with my Pan di Stelle.
Don’t judge me, I’m going through a tough week.
I make my way to look for Natalina and find her strolling around, pushing a trolley full of delicious things. “Oh, I’m already looking forward to the next meals.”
She smiles warmly at me and holds out her hand to take the bags of cookies out of my arms.
“Oh, no. I’m going to pay for it with my money,” I turn slightly, defending my sweets with my body while she giggles.
“That’s out of the question. In to the trolley with them, young lady.”
I groan, rummaging through my purse. “No, no! I brought my money with me on purpose, please. I’ve sort of
