Bab 57: Use Me

"Is he asleep?" Tony peeked through the crack in the door. Making sure that the baby was sleeping, he opened the door wider. "Dinner's ready."

Marcella nodded. He was dressed, thankfully. But he was rather overdressed for dinner at home. He was wearing his formal shirt and trousers. His hair was slightly wet and messy. The contrast brought out a childish charm.

Marcella averted her eyes. She couldn't ever see him as nothing but charming. She couldn't understand it. Was it a curse? Is first love that powerful?

"You cooked all that?" she asked seeing the spread on the table.

There was meatloaf, mashed potatoes, peas, beans, an apple pie, and wine, of course.

"From scratch, except for the pie. Didn't want to poison you by cooking desserts," Tony smiled and pulled the chair for her.

Marcella took a bite. "It's good," she said. "Perfect…"

Tony smiled and started eating.

"I remember my dad cooking dinner for us all the time. Do you?" she asked.