Bab 111: Her composure

In the soft, pale light of early morning,

Caterina stood by the stove, her hands dancing over the ingredients with practiced grace. Her eyes shimmered with a quiet resolve, each stir of the pot a silent vow to craft the perfect meal for her son and husband. She wanted to support them in her own way.

The sizzle of the pan was interrupted by the chime of the doorbell, pulling her attention. Wiping her hands, she hurried to the door, expecting the familiar face of a deliveryman. But instead, she was greeted by a radiant smile, one that seemed to outshine the very sun.

"Hello! Is this the home of Mr. Enzo Leonore?" The voice belonged to a woman, her pen and paper clutched. Caterina tilted her head, lips curving into a welcoming smile. "Yes, that's right. And who might you be?" The woman asked, expressing her confusion.