KATHERINE’S POV
We came back from the mall loaded with shopping bags and just in time for dinner. Everyone cheered when we stepped into the house: they were waiting for us to order the pizzas at the local Italian restaurant. I sincerely couldn’t wait to eat it: I missed Italian pizza since dad and I came back from our holidays in Liguria in september. In the very moment I first tasted it, I had sworn that I’d never eat non-Italian pizza again. It just wasn’t the same. It didn’t just give me the right feelings.
I quickly told dad the pizza I wanted (as always, the Neapolitan one – it had olives and anchovies on it, and it was just delicious) and followed Murtagh up the stairs towards our room. There, we let our bags down and just fell on the bed.
I was dead tired, and by the look of
