More Than A Chef

and the air was temperate, with the trees producing a fluent and soporific melody with th

ear-old beautiful tall girl with brown eyes and a great physique and complexion, believed in love. She lost her parents in a ghastly motor accident five

iage' to him. "Smirked," he said, "don't you think it's too early to talk about marriage?" Frozen for a few minutes, confusion written all over my face like a fierce dog, I flared up. "I don't understand what y

shower, I couldn't sleep a wink. After tossing and turning for a long time, I got out of bed a

ful morning as I hurriedly parked my scooter to rush into the hotel, as I was running late, and ended up colliding with a customer of the hotel who was on his way out. I'm sorry, I

should whine a little as the lady that I am, but I couldn't resist the fig

fth-tier richest man in Venice. A ta

fications when I noticed a catchy news article about a competition for chefs,

er Milana Lucca, alias Anna, was spotted at Lux Mall with her fiancé hours ago today, the news read. "Anna?" Romeo once mentioned her as a childhood and family friend, I sai

mplexion and her red silky luxurious classy gown

s and is a dancer who is loved by all. While engrossed in admiring a picture, Aurora's call popped up. "Hello, girl," Aurora said. "

eo lately," with a heavy sigh. "What happened?" Aurora asked. I narrated the w

ou know his family is the fifth wealthiest in Venice; a lot must be going on with him.

ecause I have a wedding to plan for sure," she said teasingly

ove you, Aurora. I ended the call. Weary, I flung m

'Mr. Zeno,' the second wealthiest man in Venice. She also b

day, their car had a flat tire near my house, and the driver had to fix it. Aurora dec

rustrate her, and one could see the fear written on her face, but

er had. It was through her help that I became one of the chefs in a high

cided to go see him before heading to her place of work. She picked out one of her best dresses that Romeo bought for her. Standing in fr

o's house with my scooter bi

Who is she? Why were you kissing her? What is going on? You're cheating on me?" I asked, trying to hold back the tears while hoping to get a positive answer with an apology. "I thought you were d

ed in a month's time. Please stop pestering

cheeks. Meanwhile, I never knew Milana was busy having a live stream recording of everything. I felt as if my world was broken as I walked back to the hotel

er to be here early on Monday morning," Chef Nicolo said. At one point, I was surprised by his warm demeanor and calmnes