CHAPTER EIGHTY EIGHT

SCARLETT'S POV.

"Okay, spaghetti is on the stove, do me a favour would you?"

"Sure."

"Get me some tomato sauce and a bottle of oil from the cabinet while I season the meat."

"Okay," I went towards the cabinet and stretched out my hands to open it but of course, I was too short. Looking back and seeing that Luca was focused on seasoning and rolling the meatballs, I sighed and tried standing on my toes.

When I saw that it was hopeless, I gave up and went to look for a stool that I was sure I'd seen in the kitchen once. When I saw it I quickly grabbed it and set it in front of the cabinet.

"You're that short?" Luca looked away from his meatballs and smirked at me.

"Have you seen how tall this is? Not everyone is a six foot god like you, mister."

"Hmm, you see me as a god? That's nice," he smirked cockily and I rolled my eyes.

"Whatever," I looked away and opened the cabinet, but after grabbing the oil I noticed that the tomato sauce was at the far back. I had to raise on my tiptoe