I blinked, surprised. I would have thought waking up early was a good thing.
But before I could think too much about it, Dante, his expression calm and unbothered, spoke up. "I've studied pharmacology. That soup you made last night? It doesn't work on me."
Then he turned and walked upstairs without waiting for a response.
I stood there, frozen, as the meaning of his words slowly clicked into place.
The soup.
Nonna had put something in it. Something to... encourage things between us. And Dante had figured it out. Worse, from the sound of it, he hadn't even drunk his.
I hadn't expected Nonna to do something like that.
My frown deepened, and I opened my mouth to say something, anything at all but Nonna let out a long, dramatic sigh before I could.
"Sometimes knowing too much ruins eve
