Chapter 41: Breakfast

CHIARA P.O.V

Wolfgang told me he would take care of breakfast today. Something tells me there's nothing that man does wrong, but the kitchen is a moment of expression and delicacy; I couldn't imagine Wolfgang being delicate. Anyway, I took advantage of the free time. I enjoyed the tub, the perfumed soaps, and the hair products that curiously, were just right for my hair type.

After debating for a few minutes while looking at the dresses on the bed, I decided to wear the white daisy dress that Constanz gave me. I pull my hair up into a high ponytail and slip on some white sandals.

The apartment looks totally different now that the natural sunlight illuminates everything. I catch a delicious smell coming from the kitchen, so I follow it. In the kitchen is Wolfgang, standing in front of the stove. The stove is on the other side, so he has his back to me. He's wearing a dark gray dress shirt, so dark it looks black, but it isn't. Black dress pants, but the shirt is untucked. His hair is t