Dianna’s Point Of View
Two Hours Later…
“Where did you learn to cook this well?” I asked Aries while we ate.
“My dad taught me and I used to love being in the kitchen when the maids cook,” He said to me. I grinned and stretched my legs out on his lap.
“That is really fancy. You had maids back home?” I asked him. He chuckled and nodded.
“Yes, we did. Even then, my Dad used to cook most of the time because he loved making food and we also ate a lot,” He said.
“You never really talk about your Mom. Do you know who she is?” I asked him.
“I mean yes, I do but then I don’t. I haven’t seen my mother since I was a child and I don’t remember much about her at all,” He explained.
“Was it hard growing up without a mother?” I asked, putting some food into my mouth. I leaned towards the coffee
