When she finally dished the pasta, it looked like something straight out of a commercial.....glossy, golden, and irresistibly creamy, the kind of food that makes you pause mid-sentence just to breathe it in. The steam curled upward like soft ribbons, carrying that rich scent of garlic butter and melted cheese that clung to the air, to the walls....to everything.
“Smells good,” I murmured, pretending not to sound impressed even though my mouth was already watering.
“Smells heavenly,” came Kay’s voice from behind me, warm and teasing. He leaned lazily on the doorway, arms folded across his chest, watching Isabella like she’d just performed magic.
“If it tastes half as good as it smells, you might just earn yourself a Michelin star tonight.”
Isabella turned slightly, a small laugh bubbli
