CHAPTER 24
I groaned as the sun poured onto my face through the sheer curtains, birds chirping obnoxiously in my ears. Squinting against the light, I dragged myself out of bed and shuffled to the bathroom. After brushing my teeth and indulging in a long, hot shower, I headed downstairs for lunch.
“Buongiorno, amore,” Rosetta greeted with a teasing smile.
“It’s not morning, Rosetta,” I mumbled, plopping onto the kitchen counter.
“Don’t make a habit of that. Sit at the table and eat properly,” she scolded, hands on her hips.
“Well, too late. It's already a habit,” I pouted, but slid off the counter and grabbed a plate of spaghetti.
“Mmm. This is delicious. Will you teach me some Italian recipes?” I hummed and gave her a thumbs-up.
“Of course! When do we start?” Her face lit up.
“Tomo
