Diana Hargrove has gone through enough tragedy for three lifetimes, yet she still has an affirming smile on her face. She's lived and travelled all over the world, but the last straw that broke the camel's back, brought her back to her hometown, Cre...
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𝘵𝘸𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘺-𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘦𝘦 | 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘦𝘦 𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘸𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯
It's been over a week since my movie night with Jayden. I couldn't help the smile on my face whenever I walked around my house, went to the coffee house, or went to school. Nothing could bring me down from this high.
It's now four days before Thanksgiving.
Mom and Nonna have been locked in the house and in the kitchen for weeks. The two of them have been prepping and cooking since I told them that my friends were coming over on Wednesday night.
Nonna arranged for the double trouble twins to cover my shifts until after Thanksgiving. However, sometimes I needed a change of scenery and couldn't be locked in the kitchen any longer. I barely worked but when I went to the coffee house, I'd slip behind the counter and work for a few hours.
I didn't care how much side eye the double trouble twins slipped my way.
This is my Nonna's space. They don't get to shame me out of here.
Now that we're in the homestretch of reaching Thanksgiving, mom and Nonna needed all hands on deck in the kitchen.
Nonna walked back and forth throughout the kitchen holding a clipboard. Mom and I stood at attention like soldiers.
"With three days until we're hosting fifteen teenagers, I want everything cooked to perfection!" Nonna shouted, walking back and forth between mom and I.
"Yes ma'am!" I stated, saluting at Nonna. "What are our assignments?"
"Mio angelo, your job is to continue making the appetizers and the side dishes. This blasted holiday may be about turkey but we're Italian! That means I want the cheese assortment and the thinly sliced prosciutto."
Before Nonna could continue yelling, another voice popped through the house.
Emi's face popped into the kitchen, "Knock knock! Ciao la mia seconda famiglia!"
"Emilia Russo!" Nonna exclaimed. "Get in line! You show up here, that means you're willing to help cook."
Emi saddled up next to me in line. We quickly gave each other a hug before standing at attention again.
"La mia adorabile diglia! I need you to half cook the turkey. Make sure it's stuffed and only HALF cooked. We'll be fully cooking on Wednesday morning!"
Mom nodded and saluted. "Yes ma'am."
Emi and I stood at the kitchen island slicing and cubing the different cheeses. Nonna would have a conniption if the cubes weren't the same size. We have this cubing tool to cut the cheese, but Nonna hates those contraptions. How does she hate them? I don't know. They make life so much easier.
