Her Perfect Half

Chapter twenty

We're going to the kitchen now. My hands are trembling. Fucking bitch. Calm the fuck down. 'Okay, do you want to make pasta with me?' I smile excitedly. I love pasta. It's my favorite dish.

'Yes, let me make it the Italian way. You can rest and make me some company. Okay?' I smiled. My energy was going up, I could tell. 'Oh dear, Diego doesn't like pasta the Italian way. We make it the Spanish way.'

My smile quickly vanished. This guy doesn't have good taste for food. What now, you'll tell me he doesn't like Italian wine? This guy is as plain as he looks.

I clear my throat and smile. Aria can't be fucking serious right now. Right? 'Can I help you with anything then?' I'm trying to keep my cool. It's hard. This woman has been nothing but kind to me, and I feel like I'm treating her like an ass.

'Yes, you can. Down there, in that lower cabinet, there is a pot. Can you grab it for me?' I get it and fill it up with water. I then put oil and salt in the water. Putting it on the stove to heat up, I start a conversation with Aria while chopping the vegetables for the sauce.

'So, I heard you're a famous figure in the mafia world.'

I swallow my thong. Shit. I don't know what to say. If she knew that I killed someone from her family, she might chop me and put me in the sauce. That would be better than having dinner with Diego. Should I confess to her?

'Yep, very famous. But I didn't want it. I never wanted to be involved with this mafia world. My father forced me to do it. I can still feel the blood on my hands from the people I've killed.'

I drop the knife. I feel my eyes burning. That is not from the onion. I let my tears roll down my cheek. I collapse on the floor. I hug my knees and cry into them.

I feel a warm sensation, a hug. Aria hugged me.

'It's okay, my dear, cry it all out. Everybody cries it's fine, nothing to worry about. You know what you did wrong.'

'I didn't want to kill them. I was ten. My father made me. He forced me. I'm sorry. I'm never doing it again.'

I cried out. I wanted help, but I would never ask for it.

'Dear, I know you didn't want to do it. And I know you didn't want to marry Diego. I'll be there for you if you need me. Okay?'

I nod my head, hoping she picked it up and saw me.

'Oh my Goodness, I almost forgot about dessert! What do you want to eat?'

'I can pick?'

'Of course, you can. Don't worry if nobody likes it, then more for you.'

I laughed. Aria is so sweet. I like her.

'Can we make Tiramisu?'

'I love Tiramisu! Let's go and make it.'

We made dinner, and it looked delicious, I'm not going to lie. The kitchen smelled so good. I saw Aria taking out two wine glasses, filling up one of them with a questionable amount of alcohol.

The second wine glass was filled with a standard amount of wine. 'Do you have Italian wine?' I look at her, and she chuckles. 'Dear, this is Italian wine. Don't tell my husband, though.'

We both chuckled. 'Italian wine is the best. At least I prefer it more than the Spanish one.' She winks at me and fills up a glass for me. Of course, with not a lot of alcohol. I'm still a minor, even if I'm married.

Pls don't come for me 🙏🏻 I don't know anything about wine. I also have never tried Italian or Spanish wine.