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TIFFANY'S POV

I took the pot from the gas and smiled at how good my food scented. Anyone who was passing by would easily know she just made a spicy meal.

I took off the apron from my body and dropped it on the sink. I washed my hands and then served some food into the plate.

I was starving and it felt like I could fall at any moment. When I finished, I thought of Luciano. He may possibly be as famished as I am.

“Uh---but where the hell is he?” I asked looking around. I am sure that I haven’t had any contact with him.

I served some food for him too and when I walked toward the dinning to drop it, a frown appeared on my face.

“Fucking asshole,” I cussed under my breathe and reached for the plate on the table. The plate was steel cold and the food untouched.

How else could Luciano show that he was a jerk?

I scoffed and turned back to the food thinking of how best to dispose and yell at his freaking face but I paused. What if he wasn’t fine and the only thing he can do is skip meals