Chapter 114: The Key

Trista’s POV

“Pasta?” I asked, leaving the window and heading to the cupboard. “How’s that for dinner?”

Hazel knew I was changing the subject. But she didn’t prod any further. “Pasta sounds perfect. We ARE in Italy, after all.

I set some water on the stove to boil.

“So,” Hazel said, also leaving the window. “Three days to prepare your entry for the competition? Is that enough time, Tris?”

I sighed. “I sure hope so,” I said. But deep down, I honestly didn’t know.

I had yet to see the raw materials that Liam was giving me. I had no idea what sort of shape they were in. And they needed to be delivered all the way here, to Milan. What if they were held up for some reason.

Three days was really tight. And it was a lot of pressure, since both Liam and Hazel had done a lot for me already. If I didn’t make the deadline, all their efforts would be in vain.

That was the last thing I wanted.

Just then, I had an idea.

“Hazel, where’s the wedding gift I gave you?”

“It’s damaged, remember? That a