Althea was huffing in sheer anxiety. Her heart was pumping loudly inside her chest and she tried her best to control her fretfulness and apprehension but how could she.
The door to her dreams was closed right over her face, as Salva cried her prepared dish of pasta in his hands and walked out of kitchen, slamming the door behind her.
She didn’t know when the door was going to open next and what was going to happen when the door would open. It could either make her enter her paradise of dreams or make her go back and live the nightmare that her life was before she came to the island.
As Althea remained anxious inside the kitchen, right outside the main foyer, Serena and Salva both looked down at the plate in the latter’s hands.
“This is the pasta!” Salva pointed out.
“This is the pasta
