Chapter 15
Angelina hummed softly, moving her body as she diced and chopped the vegetables swiftly to cook the Spaghetti alla puttanesca. A famous spaghetti was made in the brothels, but it was very nice. She removed the apron when it hung and wore it, wrapping it tightly around her body.
Faith stood and watched in awe how Angelina was holding the cutlery knives, cutting the vegetables into unique shapes like a pro; she couldn't help herself to question how she learned to cook.
"Oh?!" Angelina wiped her head to give her partial attention to her new friend, "Where did I learn how to cook?" she asked the question faith had asked her. "how won't I know how to cook," she spoke sarcastically, "when my dad was a five-star chef," Angelina smiled brightly, "my dad never for a day stop cooking,"
