Parisian chef

on a towel and picked up the phone, glancing at the screen. Her heart skipped a

restaurant without warning. Sophia had been devastated, but she'd used t

ia felt a mix of emotions. "Marcello

'm not interrupting anything important. I've been following you

the compliment. "Thank you, Marcell

or storytelling through food. I think you'd be a great fit fo

n't seen this coming. "Marcello, I...I

the details of the offer, and we can discuss it further. But I

ught about the prestige of working at Marcello's restaurant, the opportun

hey'd built a life together, a life that revolved around food, love, and la

ons, Marcello's voice brought her back t

ere," Sophia replied, her v

" Marcello said. "Take your time, think

o couldn't see her. "I will, Marce

knew that she had a difficult decision to make, one that woul

family. She would avoid conversations with Mario, citing work or exhaustion as an excuse. She s

ch out to her. "Hey, Sophia is everything okay?" he would ask,

or preoccupied with her thoughts. But the truth was, she was avoiding

amily behind, but at the same time, she couldn't shake off t

hing was wrong, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it. He tried to be patient an

cerned. "Sophia, what's going on?" he asked, his voice firm but gentle

iety. She knew she couldn't avoid him forever, but she

came to invite you for a di

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