Chapter 33: Father and Daughter

Carlo's face contorted in disbelief as he locked my head in his arms. "Dude, I thought you were here to console me. I just went through a break-up, and now you're getting territorial about your wife in front of me? That's harsh, man," he murmured, a hint of amusement creeping into his voice.

I wriggled out of his grasp, laughing. "Come on, I was just teasing. You were staring a little too intently at her," I said, trying to lighten the mood.

Carlo let out a deep belly laugh, collapsing onto the couch as Laia looked on in confusion. "Alright, enough of this. Let's eat. I prepared breakfast for us," she called out, gesturing towards the dining table.

With a groan, Carlo pulled himself off the couch and made his way to the table, with Laia and I following closely behind.

The spread before us was truly a sight to