Elizabeth POV
“What are we doing here?” Matteo looked puzzled as his eyes scanned the empty kitchen. “Where are all the staff members?”
“I sent them home,” Elizabeth casually spoke, not looking at him. It was only him, Sophia, Rosemary and a male kitchen help named Luca—who had offered to stay until dinner was ready.
“You did what? Then who’s going to prepare dinner?” He asked, his expression changing from surprised to angry.
“We are. Thanksgiving is about family. What better way to show your family you are thankful for them than cooking them a nice meal?” She happily said. The look on Matteo’s face told her that he had an opinion about it, but he wisely kept his mouth shut.
“Now,” Elizabeth tied an apron, “everyone, make sure to wash your hands before we get started.” After everyone
