now the cake is burned and no one is going to eat it, I so wanted to see their faces when they tasted the salt cake.
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Chapter 18 : he listens
As soon as I step into the kitchen, the smell of fried bacon and eggs hits me. In my pajamas, my hair all messed up and a tired face I walk further into the kitchen. Yesterday Lorenzo let me stay up longer than I usually do and now I am exhausted. Matteo is standing by the fire, fully dressed in a blue suit. I take a seat at the kitchen table and lay my arms crossed on the table before laying my head on it with a loud sigh and closing my eyes.
"Ah there's someone awake," Matteo says, I can't see him because yeah my eyes are closed.
"Mhm," I hum.
"What would you like to drink El?" Matteo asks. Does he have a nickname for me already? El, i like it.
"Dunno," I mumble. Damn I'm really tired.
"Juice? I guess you're a juice person," I hear some noise, a door open, a cabinet close and then the sound of drinks being poured into a glass-or someone platting but I rather think it's the former-and then a loud thump sounds. I lift my head and Matteo has placed a large glass of fruit juice in front of me. I smile small at him before I take the glass and sip from it.
Do you like it?" Matteo asks just as I take another sip. I nod and give two thumbs up. Matteo chuckles and then turns his back to me again. I really like it, i think it's my favourite.
"I just made eggs and bacon," Matteo turns around and has a plate in his hands, a plate he hangs right in front of me. On the plate are two eggs and three pieces of bacon.
"Bon appetit," Matteo smiles before paling another plate-which has three eggs and a whole lot of bacon on it-and sitting over me before he begins to eat. I grab my fork and poke some of the egg on my plate before putting it in my mouth. As soon as I taste the flavor of the egg I pull up my right corner of my mouth. It's a habit I have when I disagree with something, see, hear, smell or taste something dirty. And the reason now is, because I taste something dirty. Egg is rancid. But still I swallow it because I don't want to hurt Matteo. I look at Matteo and see that he is studying my face before he smiles.
"You don't like it," confused, I frown. How does he know that and why is he smiling because of it?
"How-" I begin but I am interrupted.
"Ever since you were little you used to pull up your lip, it's a sort of tick of yours that you apparently haven't unlearned," Matteo smiles triumphantly and something flickers in his eyes. "You never liked egg,"
"Oh," I want to say something more but am interrupted by the kitchen door being flung open. Lorenzo walks into the kitchen with big steps, he is wearing a neat black suit as always and has no emotion on his face, I do notice the purple line under his eyes. Did he sleep at all? Lorenzo nods to Matteo and then his gaze lands on me.
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Sorellina
Teen FictionEleanor's life is not exactly pleasant. She works for rich men, has to do all kinds of odd jobs, and if she does anything wrong she gets beaten, or worse. The men tell her that her parents left her, and they had debts to them and therefore Eleanor h...