The Wooden Spoon

Althaia

We were preparing dinner in a full swing. Damiano and Lorenzo were in the living room, having refreshments, and Arianna was giving herself a house tour. I told her to try not to make fun of our normal-sized house, as I was pretty sure that our downstairs floor plan was the size of a bedroom in their manor.

And that was without exaggeration. The manor was incredibly massive and beyond majestic.

One thing that made my heart melt was that Damiano showed up with a beautiful bouquet of flowers for my mother. My mother was surprised but accepted it, and I hoped this was the beginning of them trying their best to get to know each other.

Now, we were almost done making the perfect dinner. Well, my mother made the food while Cara and I helped. Actually, we were bickering more than helping make dinner.

I suddenly craved mac and cheese, and we decided to make some at the very last minute. I put Cara on the job since it was the easiest thing on the menu.

But somehow, she was screwing it up