Edith

No sooner Sandro comes back with a fresh plate of dinner he looks at me and smirks. He might have thought I did not notice his snickers but I'm not a fool. I can very well understand the expressions on people's faces.

He was arresting his titters looking to the side, faces me back with his customary poker face and starts feeding me the dinner like I was some tiny tot of three. Why does he keep feeding me? I chuckle in my insides. He might have thought I would stubbornly spill the contents of this plate too. At least the mighty unreachable Allesandro Martin is afraid of me....