WARNING:- s****l Content and Sexism
Jean's P. O. V
It was late when I got home that day. I scurried over to the kitchen and made the quickest thing I could cook but still be good enough. After 30 minutes I was done and just in time when I heard Matteo came into the room.
I quickly run into the kitchen carrying his plate and drink in my hands. I set down the plate as he was sitting on the table. I grabbed a fork and gave myself a small bite of the food. I then proceeded to the part which I hate the most, kneeling beside him.
"Can my parents go to the wedding too?" I looked up to him and he stopped eating. My heartbeat paced. Did I do something wrong? Is it bad to ask that? But it's something so harmless.
"What for?"
"It's my wedding. I think it would be nice to at least
