GABRIELLE’S POV
The night went away but the feeling remained.
Today was a new day so I decided to get my ass out of bed and try new things after Damon left for his meeting.
“I can’t believe you gave the staff the day off. Damon is a lucky man to have a good cook for a wife,” Fiorella said as we got out of the car.
I almost laughed. “I’m not a good cook. In fact, I almost burned down Father’s house one time I tried making eggs.”
She turned to me. “Who f***s up eggs?”
“Me.”
“How?”
“Now, you have the right to be curious as to how that happened but I’ll be taking that one to my grave.”
She smiled but didn’t press.
We entered the kitchen where I would be attempting to make Damon alfredo pasta. Fiorella dropped the grocery bags on the kitchen counter before lighting up a joint she
