Chapter Forty seven

Natasha's POV

Olivia and I sauntered into the dinning room ten minutes later after freshening up and changing into new clothes.

The room was already half full and different cliques of people were chattering away as they ate what seemed like tacos and was that a burrito.? I frowned.

"Oh thank God, it's not pasta today!" Olivia squealed.

I glanced at her, amused by her sudden jollyness. Sometimes she surprises me with how girly she can be.

"You are the weirdest Italian I've ever seen." I commented as we continued to stroll down the dinning hall towards the counter.

"Half." She scowled and immediately rushed towards the staff kitchen counter to request for her meal.

I rolled my eyes at her as I followed behind her.

Searching the room with my eyes, I tried to find Maria and her crew.

They were always seated in the best spot in the cafeteria and that was the head of the long dinning table like they were some kind of Mafia boss or something. I didn't care for it but sometimes it annoyed m