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𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐎𝐍𝐄

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Eccedentesiast

[ Eek- ay- den- tee- zhist] Latin

(n.) someone who hides pain
behind a smile; an insincere
    person who fakes a
smile
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-𝐄𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐚 𝐆𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐢𝐚

𝐈've been holed up in my room for what feels like an eternity, blushing like a tomato , I'm stuck with Mr. Costa until Sergio returns

. And let me tell you,  Sergio takes days and sometimes weeks to return from his business trips .

So, it looks like I'll be spending a whole bunch of quality time with Mr. Costa.  It's actually not such a bad thing. I mean, think about it ,This gives me the perfect chance to get to know Mr. Costa better. Right? that's what I wanted ,  right??

Feeling like I needed a little refresh, I hopped out of bed and made my way to the bathroom. First things first, I decided to tackle my hair since I had plenty of time for it to air dry.

I grabbed my favorite coconut and vanilla hair wash, mixed it with a moisturizer, and gave my scalp a nice massage. Taking my sweet time, I made sure to thoroughly wash my hair before moving on to the rest of my body.

Scrubbing and shaving in all the right places, I made sure to get squeaky clean. Once I was done with the shower, I headed to my closet to pick out an outfit. The weather outside was a tad bit chilly because of the rain , but inside the house, it was nice and warm. So, I opted for my comfy cotton pajama pants and a cozy long sleeve shirt

I decide not to wear a bralette considering the fact that I don't need one .after getting dressed ,my hair was still wet and  irritating  The worst part is mama wasn't here to help me braid it . sighing I exit my room

I walk into the kitchen with hunger in my belly, hoping to find something delicious to eat. As I enter, I can't help but peek my head forward to see if Mr. Costa is in there.

And to my delightful surprise, there he is, standing by the stove, skillfully preparing a meal. What's even more exciting is the fact that he's not just making food for himself, but for both of us,

A memory suddenly flashes in my mind, reminding me of what Emily had said about Matteo .

"So not only was he good in bed , he can also Cook"

I guess she wasn't lying when she said Italian men were the whole package,With a little giggle bubbling up inside me, I decide to approach the counter where he's working, so I can perch myself on top and get a better view of the stove and his hands in action.

Curiosity gets the best of me, and I can't resist asking, "Mhh, what are you preparing for us?" I can already feel my taste buds tingling in anticipation

I love food ....

The aroma of garlic and olive oil wafts through the air, instantly making my stomach growl with anticipation. his Italian accent thicker than ever as he proudly announces, "Spaghetti aglio e olio"

Intrigued by the dish, I can't help but try to mimic his pronunciation, "Spaghetti a...glio a olio," I say, earning a chuckle from him. "Thought you'd pronounce it better since you're from Spain," he teases, causing me to furrow my brows. Determined to prove him wrong, I insist, "Hey! I said that correctly"