Chloé
“Can’t believe you made my favorite dinner,” I say to Sheila. The way she makes Chicken Alfredo was pure deliciousness. The chicken was so tender and juicy and the penne pasta was cooked right and the sauce was so creamy and smooth that my mouth watered every time I took a bite. I looked over at the three princesses and they were eating salad.
“Is that the only thing you three are going to eat? Salad?” I asked.
“It’s a good salad,” Becky said. “You should try some.”
“That’s rabbit food. You keep eating that, more pasta for me.” I reached over to the middle of the table and grabbed a big spoonful of pasta and slammed it down on my plate.
Heaven.
I looked at brown eyes and our gazes met. His eyes were soft and I just melted. What is it about him that I feel this way? I can’t
