Alessandro’s POV
“This Bajan macaroni pie is so f*****g good,” Catherine moaned, chewing the food. “Why did I wait so long before ordering it? Why did I ever doubt the reviews online?”
“I told you,” I chuckled, wiping the pie crumbs on the side of her mouth. “But you didn't listen.”
We were currently having lunch at a beach restaurant in Barbados.
In response, she just shrugged as she happily hummed while devouring the Barbadian meal.
I loved how she always became a baby whenever she was with me.
It made me find her more endearing than she already was.
Grabbing a bottle of Maudy, I uncorked it then brought it to my lips to sip it.
The tangy cinnamon flavor was out of this world, and I loved that it didn't contain alcohol.
“Can I try it?” She motioned to my plate of flying fish an
