Marco’s POV
Marco walks through the kitchen, the smell of turkey roasting and frying making his mouth water. The house is alive with the sounds of family preparing for the big dinner. His mind is still racing from all the preparations, but there’s one thing he can’t ignore.
“Hey, babe, can you go down to the basement and grab the coolers for me?” Sade’s voice calls out as she arranges the food on the kitchen counter.
“Sure thing,” Marco replies, offering her a quick smile before heading toward the basement.
As he steps into the hallway, Marco is greeted by the warm, rich smell of his grandmother Maria’s cooking. He hears her call from the kitchen just as he reaches the basement door.
“Marco, sweetie, could you go to the basement for me too? I know Sade and that stupid grandson of mine
