Ariana’s POV
It was finally weekend... The week was busy and tiring.
Dante had to leave very early in the morning for an ergency eting in Dubai, unfortunately ruining our plans with the kids for the weekend.
I am currently in the kitchen with the kids. Flour was everywhere. Sophia was covered in it, Asher was carefully stirring the bowl and Isabella was reading the recipe out loud, telling us exactly what to do.
"No Sophia, that’s too much vanilla!" Isabella complained in annoyance.
"But it slls good!" Sophia argued, holding the bottle.
I laughed. "Isabella is right baby too much vanilla makes it taste bitter, just a little bit okay?."
She puffed, "okay mummy"
We were all laughing and chit-chatting. It was a perfect normal morning one which Dante should have been here with us but unfortunately that stupid eting had to ruin everything.
Ugh!
the doorbell ringing snapped out of my train of thoughts.
"I’ll get it!" Sophia yelled dropping her spoon.
"No no you’re all ssy," I said wiping my hands on my apron. "I’ll go. Claire, can you keep an eye on the cookies in the oven? They have two more minutes."
"Of course," Claire said with a smile.
I walked out of the kitchen through the big living room and to the front door wondering who it was, we weren’t expecting anyone.
I opened the big heavy door making my eyes widened.
A beautiful farmilar woman stood there. I know I’ve seen the face sowhere.
But where?
Oh my god!
Right, it was the woman from Dante’s office.
lissa.
She was holding a boy in her arms. He looked about the twins age and coincidentally he had Dante’s dark eyes.
The woman smiled at . It was a nice smile, but sothing about it didn’t feel... warm.
"You must be Ariana," she said. Her voice was smooth and sweet. "Dante has told so much about you. You are as beautiful as he said you are, If not more."
My heart was pounding.
Dante didn’t tell she was coming today. He did say she would co but he didn’t say when. Why didn’t he ntion she was arriving today?
I forced a smile onto my face. "lissa, you’re welco. Please co in."
"Thank you so much," she said stepping inside, looking around the grand entrance hall, her eyes taking everything in. "And thank you for letting us stay really. It’s so kind of you... We just have nowhere else to go right now."
"Of course," I said my voice sounding strange to my own ears. "Friemds helps."
The little boy Leo looked at with his big dark eyes. He looked so much like Dante it made my heart ache.
"Claire?" I called out.
Claire ca out from the kitchen wiping her hands on a towel.
"Yes ma’am?"
"Claire, this is lissa and her son Leo. They will be staying with us for a while. Can you please get the big guest room on the east wing ready for them? The one with the connecting room for the boy."
"Right away, Ms. Ariana," Claire said. She gave lissa a polite nod. "Welco ma’am."
"Thank you Claire," lissa said her smile still perfectly in place.
I stood there feeling awkward. The kids were still in the kitchen covered in flour.
"So Dante is in Dubai?" lissa asked still looking around.
"Yes," I said. "An ergency eting he left this morning."
My heart panged.
How did she know?
Are they very much in contact with each other.
There is sothing about lissa that didn’t seat right with . I don’t know if I’m just being paranoid but... Gosh!
"Oh what a sha," she said her tone light. "I was hoping to see him." He’s always been so good at handling... difficult situations."
There was sothing in the way she said it, sothing that didn’t sit right with yet again but I pushed the feeling away.
I was just being paranoid or not... she was probably just nervous. I would be too in her situation.
"The kids and I were just baking cookies," I said, trying to sound cheerful. "Would you and Leo like to join us? They should be almost done."
"That sounds lovely," lissa said. "We would love to."
She followed towards the kitchen. I could feel her eyes on my back.
I took a deep breath. Everything was fine. This was fine.
I was just being silly.
The kids were going to bombard with questions... Ones which I needed to find a way to answer.
As we walked into the noisy ssy kitchen, a cold feeling of doubt settled in my stomach.
Sothing about lissa’s perfect smile and her knowing eyes felt... wrong but I didn’t know why.
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