Lucia stared at the burnt bread on the tray. She wasn't mentally fit to focus on cooking when her brain screamed Gastone's name. She wanted to do it every day since she had tasted his milk a couple of times.
Deep inside, Lucia regretted asking Gastone to leave if she only knew how tasty he was.
"Ah! You're really an idi0t!" Lucia smacked her forehead to remove those thoughts. She began slicing the burned part of the bread.
Lucia knew she could ask Gastone to revoke her leaving even if it killed her pride, but she had unfinished business that she needed to continue and finish. She was happy that she could rest well for several weeks by Gastone's side, but if she remained longer. Her plan would be destroyed, and all the evidence she attained would be useless.
"If you have two loaves of bread, sell one and buy a lily."