The glaring hot sun burns through my shirt and torches my skin. I pull my hat over my head, shielding my face from the scalding sun. Tiana adjusts the face cap on her head as we begin to walk into the ranch cafeteria—a nice setting for the workers to get their meals. Every step I take, the chains on my cowboy boots cling, notifying people of my arrival.
We take our seats on the empty stools.
"Principessa del mattino, hai dormito bene?" Barney, the ranch chef, chimes as he walks out from the kitchen to greet us. I smile brightly at him. Flour and butter decorate his apron and his mustache. Tiana giggles at the sight.
"Buongiorno, Barney. La mia notte è stata buona," I reply sweetly.
Tiana salutes him. He rubs his eyes with his flour-coated palm and regrets it immediately.
"s**t!"
Hurr
