BELLA'S POV
"There's a lot you don't know about me." I poured the eggs into the pan. "You've always seen me as Roman's daughter. The child you were responsible for. You never really saw me as..." I searched for the word. "...a whole person."
Silence. Then: "You're right."
I glanced at him. He wasn't being defensive or dismissive...just honest.
"Tell me then," he said. "Tell me what I don't know."
I turned back to the eggs. "I hate expensive restaurants. Too much pressure about which fork to use. I love street food. I can speak four languages but I'm terrible at mathematics. I had a cat in my first year of university named Tolstoy who I cried about for a week when he got rehomed." I slid eggs onto a plate. "I'm afraid of deep water but I taught myself to swim because I refused to let f
