The Woman Of THREE CROWN PRINCES
YOUR SUGAR BABY WANNA BE Part 13. Sweet Christmas Cookies
POV Bova's
I remember when I was a kid years ago when we were still living in Marseilles. I always helped my mom round these cookies.
My mother, who did not get her family's approval with my father, eventually went with him and lived with him in Marseilles. It was a happy time I think, until finally one day Dad left Mom and left with another woman. I was 15 at the time and my sister was 12.
Mom is devastated, her family throws her away. We were stranded in Marseilles, only one person from the family still contacted him at the time. His eldest brother, my Uncle Vittorio Bova, is the current leader of the family.
She asked Mom to return to Milan instead of living alone in Paris. Accepting my existence as his nephew even though the other big family scorned us. And this is where I return my Uncle's kindness now, working behind the scenes to support him, like he supported my mother and could make her smile again. And in addition because by supporting my Uncle and getting an important position next to Uncle finally the family who used to ridicule him now accepts him again.
But these cookies remind me of our happy times in Marseilles.
"Hey, round the right one. It's done." The dark-haired beauty rebuked me for daydreaming. Chief Chef is fierce if in the kitchen My mother also often reprimanded me for playing the cookie dough.
"Ohhh I'm sorry." I laugh. "I'll work right, sorry..." He glanced at me cruelly. Fortunately she didn't decide to knock my head with her cookie-dosing spoon like my mother often does .
"Look at your tray it's only half that, long ago. After one tray is done go home...." I think he wants to kick me out. Why does he sometimes feel like he likes to push me so far. Only he behaves that way, or he thinks I'm bad for being involved in those sites. He knows the secret.
"I'll help until it's done. There are many doughs." He and one of his employees who had not returned home worked quickly. While I was still wearing my work clothes had no hope of catching up to the speed of their hands.
"You want an apron?"
"Ohh can?" He washed his hands, took a clean apron and tied it from behind to me. The fragrance of her perfume still lingering touched my smell, there was the smell of warm vanilla mixed with the smell of vanilla cookies that we made somehow made me imagine wanting to hug her again. I remember hugging him this afternoon. Vanilla's same perfume ...
Damnit damnit! Why at a time like this. I sighed softly as he came back in front of me. Probably because I haven't seen Sophia in so long.
"You drink.." His voice distracted me again. Her beautiful eyes are now looking at me.
"No, I'll finish this first." His hand returned again to his initial speed and paid no attention to me. Why her husband can take off such a beautiful woman, let alone she is a reliable entrepreneur. I was curious but now I dare not ask about it. Maybe later if we get closer.
I was curious about this expensive sugar baby. What if yesterday she agreed to be my sugar baby. My mind wandered everywhere again. I need to call Sophia, I think I've been too busy lately to forget about my other needs.
A message appeared on my phone. From secretary.
'Sir, I forgot earlier when you were meeting your Mother left a message to not forget the 28th event. That's it Sir.'
On the 28th, ohh I have to go to Uncle's house for Christmas. Mama's problem will be repeated again, because I came alone. I can't possibly take Sophia, that girl is pretty but too young too spoiled, too sexy. Really sexy... I took another breath. Tomorrow I'll call her, tonight's gonna be a pain...
"Why are you breathing out from earlier?! I'm you've been perfectly round from before! How long will you perfect it, you intend to make a slippery marble?!..." A strict question caught me off guard.
"Ohh..." I put him in the tray, afraid he would actually take a spoonful and put flour on my head.
"Sorry.sorry." It seems that I made this chef's head inflamed, because rounding the cake just wasn't so bad.
"You can come back when you get home.I've completed three trays, you haven't." I now grimace wide.
"I'll be faster,...." This time I really worked quickly. Ohh yeah what if I take her. He can be invited.I can introduce you to Uncle. He shouldn't mind because I helped him.
Finally the dough was successfully cleared in half an hour. And some of it has gone in the oven, vanilla and chocolate scents mixed in the air now. The vanilla cookies dough, which was once round, widened to the side to form a cookie circle. My mom said it's called tear drop cookies. Seeing it widen in the oven became another childhood memory. The difference is that in a large oven these kitchen professionals can insert hundreds of cookies at a time.
"The smell is good." Christmas cookies, I haven't smelled a freshly baked cake in years. This Christmas somehow it came back. "Is it ripe?" I can't wait to taste it.
"A little while." He saw a timer on his desk set to 10 minutes. And check in the observer's glass.
"Can I have a slightly charred one, the smell is better." I saw Eliza smiling, today she smiled a little at the thought of her sister, and felt guilty until now, so she could not let herself rest. Only with the return of his brother and father could he face this better.
"I also like a slightly charred one. I leave one tray for you." He waited a little longer for the last tray while cooling the new tray out of the oven on the storage rack.
"You're like a kid, it's hot!" Now he's back in a rage watching me try to gouge those hot cookies. I laughed, I think only this once will he take me to his kitchen. I'm just getting scolded back and forth here.
"It's very fragrant." He looked at me, ruffled by the waist, still trying to pluck the hot cake out of the paper.
"You pissed me off, ..." He brought a scrapper and a small plate to my side. Suddenly he slipped near me because somehow there was water on the floor and luckily I caught it. The vanilla fragrance came again and it was like a rescue scene in the movie in my mind.
"You're fine Signora..." I purposely smiled teasing him because he was fixated on me. It's not once I see a girl fixated on me. This time he got to control himself quickly.
"Where is this water from." A little tinge of red on her cheek, it turned out that a woman like her could blush as well.
"I don't know, I don't drink." I grimaced wide.
"Little children eat your cookies, don't gouge anymore." I laughed as he took two cookies with a scrapper in his hand and put them on his plate. On the other hand he kept the hot tray out of my reach.
He took cold mineral water for us, but then was interested in prying one of his own cookies and blowing it before eating it.
"Hmm.dwg." He seemed satisfied with his own work. I ate mine. It's really delicious... "Nake?" Now ask for my validation.
"Nob." And her smile always expands when her cooking is praised.
"Eliza can I ask you a favor..." Maybe I should ask her for help while taking her mind off her sister.
"Solicit what please?"
"I have a Christmas party on the 28th, 8 o'clock, to go with me. I don't have any friends..."
"You don't have any friends? You just wink in front of there you get a friend." He laughed, then realized I was serious.
"Hmm..are you serious?" He still grimaces wide laughing at me.
"You met me on that site you thought I was kidding." I smiled back at him. Now he's looking at me.
"Just accompany you, right?" It seems that he wants as much as possible to avoid a personal relationship with me.
"Yes.just accompany."
"All right." He's agreed. "Who's party?"
"My family."
"Your family?!"
"We go as friends."
"Ohh. Alright." He busied himself later. Roasting the next row. Move the cold cake to a large container. I may be wondering why I brought her. Like I asked a lot of things about him.
He put my cookies in pretty plastic and tied them up.
"For you, Merry Christmas, thank you for helping me so much." He gave me my cookie ration. Go home."
"You should go home too."
"I'm going home now."
"Come..." We walked out together, he got in his car and I got into my car. I waited for him to walk first. He gave me a little horn as he walked ahead of me.
Something strange happened today. I spent my time baking cookies. Something I've never done has probably been decades. Christmas this time was a bit strange.