the forbidden love with the lost princess

chapter 8-the dream

Fiorella walked into the kitchen, where Cole was standing at the stove, cooking dinner. "Oh, Fiorella, you're home," he said, looking up at her with a smile. "Dinner will be ready in a minute."

Fiorella nodded, feeling a sense of relief at being home. "Yeah, I am," she said, dropping her bag onto the floor.

Cole's expression turned concerned. "Hey, are you okay?" he asked, noticing that Fiorella looked a bit shaken. "You look like something's wrong."

Fiorella forced a smile onto her face. "Yeah, I'm fine," she said. "Just going to fresh up before dinner."

Cole nodded, seeming to accept her explanation. Fiorella headed out of the kitchen, making her way down the hallway to the bathroom.

As she passed by Alexander's room, she noticed that his door was open. She couldn't help but glance inside, and her eyes landed on Alexander himself, who was standing in front of his dresser, shirtless.

Fiorella felt a flush rise to her cheeks as she quickly looked away, continuing on to the bathroom. She closed the door behind her and took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down.

She turned on the faucet and splashed some water onto her face, feeling a sense of relief wash over her.

in Alexander's room

Alexander's face lit up with a warm smile as he caught her gaze, his eyes crinkling at the corners. He felt a spark of delight at being the focus of her attention, and his smile grew wider as he held her gaze, savoring the connection between them.

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Cole called out, "Dinner's ready, guys! Come and get it!"

Alexander, still smiling, turned to her and said, "Shall we?" He offered his arm, and she took it, laughing.

Together, they walked into the dining room, where Cole was standing beside the table, a big grin on his face. "Hey, hey! Right on time. Dig in, everyone!"

As they sat down, the delicious aromas of roasted chicken, mashed potatoes, and steamed vegetables filled the air. Alexander's stomach growled in anticipation, and she playfully teased him, "Someone's hungry!"

Cole chuckled, "Well, I did make your favorite, Alexander. And don't worry, I didn't skimp on the gravy."

As they passed dishes around the table, the conversation flowed easily. They talked about their day, sharing stories and laughter. Alexander and she exchanged playful banter, their chemistry palpable.

As they dug into their meal, the sounds of satisfaction filled the room. "Mmm,father,this is incredible," Alexander said, savoring a bite.

Cole beamed with pride. "Thanks, guys. I'm glad you're enjoying it."

As they continued eating and chatting, the warm glow of the dinner table enveloped them, filling their hearts with comfort and contentment.

Fiorella smiled as she gathered the dishes. "I'll take these dishes"

Cole stretched, yawning. "Well, goodnight guys. It's been a long day."

"Goodnight,night,father" they chimed in unison.

Alexander turned to Fiorella, who was already at the sink, washing dishes. "Here, let me help you with those."

Fiorella smiled, handing him a sponge. "Thanks."

As they washed dishes together, their hands touched, sending a spark of electricity through both of them. They exchanged a glance, and for a moment, it seemed like they might kiss.

But the moment passed, and they continued washing dishes, the tension between them palpable.

Fiorella rinsed the last dish and smiled at Alexander. "Well, I'm going to bed. Night."