TIFFANY'S POV

I took the pot from the gas and smiled at how good my food scented. Anyone who was passing by would easily know she just made a spicy meal.

I took off the apron from my body and dropped it on the sink. I washed my hands and then served some food into the plate.

I was starving and it felt like I could fall at any moment. When I finished, I thought of Luciano. He may possibly be as famished as I am.

“Uh---but where the hell is he?”  I asked looking around. I am sure that I haven’t had any contact with him.

I served some...