"Good morning sunshine" Alessandro yawned lazily sitting up.

"Morning love, I brought you breakfast" Isabelle replied, placing a tray on the table and he glanced at her with surprise.

"You can cook? How?" He demanded, glancing at her with shock and she giggled.

"Stop giving me that look, I tried my best and I'm sure this would be lovely, don't you believe I can do something great even once?" She inquired, fluttering her lashes.

“Okay... I’ll taste it and give you a reply, though I think it’s weird... Isabelle cooking.. wouldn’t have believed that in my worst dream” He took a spoonful of the spaghetti, chewed slowly and nodded his...