Arianna's pov ...
I watched wide eyed as his mom spat out the food.
My heart lurched in my chest.
She turned cold angry eyes at me, but thankfully, she said nothing.
I had made three pots of the frittata, and there was one pot I wasn't so sure off, repeating the motion in a frenzy isn't something I'm used.
I suspected I had missed some ingredients in one, but I already had them in the oven before It occurred to me.
So I just shrugged and hoped for the best.
There was nothing I could do, they all turned out exactly the same I couldn't tell which one was good and which one was the bad one.
I cringed slightly as his annoyed eyes landed on me.
Well, the toast and salads are a great alternative if the corn isn't good enough.
I cringed to myself in silence.
To her credit, his mom se
