Adeline’s POV
The dinner was amazing. It was most definitely some Italian recipe he had used to make this.
“Did you make this?” I asked while I put the pasta in my mouth.
“Si, I did,” he smiled. “I wanted to cook something for you instead of taking you to a restaurant.”
“It’s so good!” I exclaimed as I took another bite. “I didn’t see you as the type of man that could cook.”
“I can’t really, but my mom taught me a thing or two,” he chuckled.
“You’re close with your mom?” I asked.
“Yes. Always have been and always will be,” he smiled. “Especially after my dad died.”
“Isn’t it hard?” I asked, not knowing if I was pushing him too much.
“Is what hard?”
“Taking over at such a young age?” I asked. “I mean you’re only 1 year older than me and I couldn’t imagine having such pressure
