“Gosh, it smells delicious.” Antonio sniffed the hot steam, waving off from his plate of pasta.
“Hmm… so rich people eat pesto on daily basis.” Richard chimed, digging into his food.
Amy only shrugged and took the first bite of her pasta. Her eyes shot wide open, as her tongue began burning.
“f**k!” she cursed, getting up and walking towards the double door refrigerator to grab water.
“This is so f*****g spicy.” She complained, looking for any bottle or jug of water but didn’t find any. She then looked at the empty glasses served to her by Alessandro’s housekeeper and rolled her eyes noticing how they made the food extra spicy and did not serve any water or even wine on purpose.
“Oh, it is spicy…” Lance hissed, enclosing her eyes as water began running down his face while at the
