Catherine and Lorenzo had made plans over the phone. She'd drop by to see him and bring lunch along.
Being the heir to the Anderson family, Lorenzo could easily have a Michelin-starred chef cook him lunch if he wanted.
But if Catherine was the one making it, well, that was a whole different story.
Lorenzo's villa had plenty of fresh, high-quality ingredients, and Catherine made him a seafood salad.
The only other person who had ever tasted her cooking was Max.
She had always put love into making Max's meals, but this felt different.
She thought to herself, 'Geez, I really am in love.'
Catherine was still basking in the sweetness of that thought when her phone rang.
She muttered to herself with a smile, "It must be Lorenzo!"
She quickly picked up the phone, yet she heard an unexpec
