Emily’s POV
The day was exceptionally beautiful when we woke up.
Dario had arranged the best private chef to come teach us how to make pasta from scratch.
I thought it was a sweet and even romantic arrangement to do something absolutely normal after all the wild days on the boat and in the village.
The chef’s name was Luca and he looked quite older than Dario, but smiled so brightly.
I couldn't help but admit that Luca was good, in fact, exceptionally unique, good was an understatement.
His hands moved so fast as if they knew every recipe by heart.
He set out flour, eggs, a big wooden board, and started talking quickly in a mix of English and Italian.
We started simple. Luca asked to pile the flour.
Make a well in the center and crack the eggs into it.
“La farina, the flou
