Fall For My Ex's Mafia Father novel Chapter 227

I watch Kent carefully as he smiles at the memory and then adds pieces of his own, making Natalia laugh – perhaps a little too hard – when he reminds her that that was the first time he ever had fois gras, and how much he hated it. The conversation passes mostly like this, with Natalia and Kent and Alessi trading fond memories of their youth, sometimes slipping into Italian to better express their meaning.

And as I look around at the table, watching Daniel laugh along with them in the moments when I cannot understand the words, and catching Natalia watching me when she thinks I’m not looking, I realize that…this dinner could very well be about me. About making it quite clear to me precisely how much I do not fit in this family – the little American girl who has never been to Italy or France, who cannot understand Italian, or cook, and who certainly has never had fois gras.

And who does not like it when I try it tonight.

As I push my little plate away, a single bite taken out of my pate-and-baguette, I lean over to Daniel to whisper in his ear.

“Daniel, who organized this dinner?” I ask, even though I already know the answer.

“Natalia,” he replies, leaning close to tell me in my ear. “A surprise. The chef is an old friend, apparently – she organized it this afternoon.”

Nodding, smiling at him to let him know that all is well, I turn back to the table better prepared to go to war. Because I’m figuring out that that’s precisely what this is.

War.