TIFFANY'S POV
I took the pot from the gas and smiled at how good my food scented. Anyone who was passing by would easily know she just made a spicy meal.
I took off the apron from my body and dropped it on the sink. I washed my hands and then served some food into the plate.
I was starving and it felt like I could fall at any moment. When I finished, I thought of Luciano. He may possibly be as famished as I am.
“Uh---but where the hell is he?” I asked looking around. I am sure that I haven’t had any contact with him.
I served some food for him too and when I walked toward the dinning to drop it, a frown appeared on my face.
“f*****g asshole,” I cussed under my breathe and reached for the plate on the table. The plate was steel cold and the food untouched.
How else could Luciano sh
