The toaster popped.
Serena grabbed the slices, spreading the avocado on top before sliding the plate toward him.
Lorenzo raised an eyebrow. "You made me food?"
Serena rolled her eyes. "Don't make it weird. Eat before I change my mind."
Lorenzo took a bite, his brows lifting slightly in surprise.
He chewed slowly.
Then nodded.
"So, remind me me again what are you doing here in the kitchen this late.AHH wait I know already you must be hungry too after the dinner Matteo feed us.... ".
"umm nah Im not hungry I just wanted some paracetamol for my r- umm headache actually ." Serena said .
"On the top cabinet from the left."
"what !"
"Paracetamol duhh..." Lorenzo said devouring the avacado toast.
Serena quickly grabbed the med because even though she was appearing normal but from inside, her ribs were killing her.Pretending to be okay even when you are hurt is what Serena was good at , take a guess why , yupp because of her hostel life . No points for guessing that .
"This is so much better than Matteo's toast."
Serena smirked. "Low bar, but thanks."
Lorenzo studied her for a moment. "Seriously. Where did you learn how to cook like this?"
Serena froze again.
Shit.
She was too tired to think properly, too drained to filter her words.
"We had to cook at the hostel."
The second it left her mouth, she knew.
She messed up.
Lorenzo's chewing slowed. His eyes, sharp and unreadable, stayed locked onto her face.
Serena forced herself to keep her expression neutral.
But it was too late.
Lorenzo had already taken the bait.
And soon, he was going to start pulling at the thread that would unravel everything.
The second it left her mouth, she knew.
She messed up.
Lorenzo's chewing slowed. His eyes, sharp and unreadable, stayed locked onto her face.
Serena forced herself to keep her expression neutral.
"Fix it. Fix it. Fix it."
Lorenzo swallowed. "What?"
Serena grabbed a glass from the counter, pretending like she hadn't just dropped a bomb.
"Play it off. Act normal."
She filled the glass with water. "Nothing. Just saying stuff. Forget it."
Lorenzo didn't blink.
He had the patience of a predator waiting for its prey to slip.
"Shit."
He leaned against the counter, arms crossed, his entire energy shifting.
"Why did you have to cook, Serena?"
Serena kept her focus on the water in her hands, staring at the way the ripples moved when she tilted the glass.
"We all had responsibilities," she said casually. "Cooking was one of them."
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The ties that bind
RandomA family that once loved her. A crime she never committed. And a past that won't stay buried. For years, Serena Rossi lived in hell, locked away in a place that felt more like a prison than a school. She was punished for a crime she didn't commit-at...
Chapter 18: Midnight Secrets and Burnt Toast
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