Andera's Pov.
I don't know much of Italian, but I've been around Rosa long enough to know that Bella means beauty.
He called me beautiful.
I withdrew my hand from him, feeling suddenly uncomfortable with my old apron and flour-stained cheeks.
His onyx eyes didn't stop searching my face. There was something with him I couldn't quite put in place. He had this rugged beauty. With an earring on one ear and a tattoo that snaked up his arm.
"Via" Rosa's voice startled me. "You didn't even unload your bags before jumping out of the car." She chided.
Her brother. The one she went to pick from the airport. Mortification washed over me. This is the first time I'm meeting with Rosa's brother and I look a mess.
"I wanted to see the friend you won't stop talking about." He grinned at her. T
