He dropped the pan he was holding with a loud crash as it hit the floor making her jump and sit back ready to run fear clouding her features once more. Instantly he was apologetic, ‘I’m so sorry, I did not mean to scare you but I am sure you just said you do not like pasta?’ Gabriella eyed him warily not sure of how he was going to react but she still nodded her head, ‘That’s right, I can’t stand the stuff, just the smell of it turns my stomach and if I try to eat it …’ She had to place her hand over her mouth as she dry heaved, this girl was genuine pasta made her sick, he could not help the loud guffaw that left his lips, ‘This is priceless, you have been living in Sicily, that is just like Italy, the home of pasta, where it is eaten with practically every single meal and you do
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