All great change in America begins at the dinner table.
-Ronald Reagan
Laila Fiorenza's POV
I now settled in the penthouse of the Greek billionaire. I had never expected that meeting with the legendary shipping tycoon would crack my perfectly mannered self I often use to be the cream of Sicilian society within two minutes of meeting him.
The moment I stared at those pair of icy eyes, I forgot everything and acted like a fool, throwing away the years of endless study in rigid protocols. Now, I was cooking in the spacious kitchen of Nikos Pallis. It was quarter past seven; he should be at home any moment.
The middle-aged housekeeper had toured me a while ago in this bachelor's pad of the Greek tycoon and helped me settle in the guest room. I had informed the housekeeper that I am the fiancée of Nikos Pallis which gained a delighted squeal from the woman.
The door opened. My heart started to jump in my ribcage. I chided myself why I was so excited to see him. I went to the receiving area to greet him like I always do when Patri was arriving home. I told myself that it was just right to welcome the owner of the house.
"Hi," I said breathlessly, wiping my hands in the apron I wore. "Good thing that you're here. Dinner is almost done." Nikos Pallis seem surprised to see me here standing, wearing an apron in his house. "We've met at your office a few hours ago remember? I'm your fiancée, Leila."
He seemed to recover from his shock. "What are you doing?"
I shrugged and went straight to the kitchen. "Cooking," I told him cheerfully as I continued to stir the pan. "Don't worry, I didn't put poison in the food I prepared."
He followed me inside his kitchen and was stunned at the variety of food prepared on the table.
"Sit," I told him, placing dishes on the table. "Dinner is almost ready."
"Where's Lily?" he asked, sitting on the table almost absently.
"I've sent her packing," I said lightly, placing a main course dish on the table. "I hope you don't mind I gave her a night's off. I want to cook for you in return for letting me stay here with you."
I sat next to him and served him a portion of the food I cooked.
"What's this?" he asked, staring at his plate.
"I hope you don't mind Sicilian food for tonight. Agneddu a'Missinisa. Roast lamb with special herbs," I said with pride, "my specialty."
He reluctantly picked his fork to sample my cooking. "It's..." he said after taking his bite.
"What?" I asked when he had this funny look on his face. "What can you say?"
"What other dish did you cook?" Nikos Pallis asked, wiping his mouth with his napkin.
I put another dish with cream sauce on his plate. "Pollo al Marsala. Chicken in a Marsala wine sauce."
"Hmm..." He savored the chicken with the cream sauce into his mouth "It's..."
"What?" I asked with a slight smile.
He eyed me intently. "You want an honest answer? Without sugar-coated words?"
"Yes."
He sighed and gave me an apologetic look. "It's awful."
"Really?" I asked with a groan as I stared at the food on the table.
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The Substitute Bride
RomanceSicilian heiress Laila Fiorenza is ordered by her strict father to meet the Greek billionaire fiancé of her runaway twin sister in her stead in order to keep the Fiorenza's prestige intact. But can this prim and proper princess truly shoulder this s...
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