ANDRE'S POV:
I'm so mad at her right now that it's making me feel like punching a wall. How could she do this?! I trusted her with all my heart but she just didn't care! Like usual!
After showering, I got dressed and left the room. Just being mad at her made me hungry. I decided to go to the kitchen. After all, I'm preparing breakfast today.
I went down the stairs and was greeted by the staffs of the mansion. They're back. Good. Mr. Lombardi instructed them to take a day off, because of Andrea's party.
“Good morning.” I answered them, but in not my usual cheery mood - because of Gabriella.
When I reached the kitchen, Signor {Italian to English Translation: Mr/Mister} Luigi and Signora {Mrs} Pamela - the head chefs of the kitchen were already there.
“Buongiorno André. {Italian to English Translation: Good Morning André}.” Both of them said to me.
“Buongiorno.” I murmured.
“Oggi stai cucinando vero? {You're cooking today right?}” Mr. Luigi asked.
“Sì.” I answered. I'm used to speaking Italian when cooking. It became a habit of mine and since they were always in the kitchen with me, it became our way of communication.
Signor Luigi and Signora Pamela were actually from Northern Italy just like tutta la mia famiglia {Italian to English Translation: My whole family}.
“Andrea è sveglio? {Translation: Is Andrea awake?}” I asked.
“No.”
“Quando si sveglia, avrà una sbornia importante. Lei e Natasha. Farò meglio a preparare un tonico. {Translation: When she wakes up, she'll have a major hangover. She and Natasha. I better make a tonic}.”
“Lo preparerò mentre tu e Luigi fate colazione. Buon piano, vero? {Translation: I'll prepare it while you and Luigi do breakfast. Good plan, isn't it?}” Signora Pamela offered.
“Sì.” I said.
“Quindi cosa pensi do fare oggi? {Translation: So what are you planning on making today?}” His showed off his strong thick Italian accent.
“Well I'm thinking maybe, Cassoeula or.....” I stopped talking when I heard her angelic voice. All heads turned to her.
What the fuck?
“I got the oranges!” She said cheery then came to where Signora Pamela stood. I don't think she noticed I was there.
“Oh! Thank you Gabriella..” Signora Pamela smiled at her while taking it from her hand and dropping it on the counter.
“Don't mention it.” Gabriella grinned.
She looked so beautiful in such a casual outfit. Just a royal blue tee shirt she tied by the side and white ripped jeans but she made it looked so stunning and screaming elegance and beauty.
Everybody just kept on doing what they were doing while I just focused my attention to her. Is she ignoring me? I tried every fucking possible coded way to get her attention but nothing worked.
What did I do?
I got tired of her act and decided to just go to her straight but sadly, Gabriella's mother walked in.
Andrea went to Brie and rested her head on her shoulder as her eyes shut close.
“My head is spinning.” She drowsily complained. "Buongiorno!" She said to everyone and they answered her back. "Gabyyyyyy....my head." She whined as she went in front of her.
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