“Are you enjoying it?” she teases. “I can’t tell.” “Oh, God. It is amazing. I don’t think I ever actually ate food before you came along. Nothing used to ever taste this good.” She smiles, pleased, but tries to hide it. “That’s because you had an untrained cook who overcooked pasta. I’m just the first person you let into your kitchen who knew what they were doing.” “Fitting that this is our first meal in the new house,” I say, remembering our first meal in the mansion together.
