Every Mafia's Favorite Girl novel Chapter 71

Chapter 71: "A Little Happier"

One by one, the ice cream containers were unpacked and arranged across the coffee table.

A single scoop from each selected flavor was carefully placed into a tall glass dessert cup, accompanied by a small silver spoon.

Gian studied the first serving with open curiosity. It looked nothing like any ice cream — or even gelato — he had ever encountered.

Swirls of pink melted into deep violet, streaked with what resembled crimson syrup. Yet instead of sweetness alone, an unexpected aroma drifted upward, carrying the unmistakable warmth of chili.

His brows rose.

Slowly, he lifted a spoonful to his mouth.

He tasted it carefully, allowing the flavors to unfold one after another. A moment later, genuine astonishment spread across his face.

Never, in all his years, would he have imagined that chili could complement strawberries and grapes so perfectly.

The sweetness arrived first, followed by bright fruit, then a lingering warmth that bloomed pleasantly across his tongue rather than overpowering it.

"Ariana," he said, looking at her with undisguised amazement, "how did you ever come up with something like this?"

Aren’s cheeks immediately flushed crimson.

’He... he actually likes it?’

"Is it truly that good, Father?" she asked, unable to hide the hopeful excitement in her voice.

"It’s beyond good," Gian replied without hesitation. "It’s magnificent. Our restaurants serve only the finest cuisine. You know that. I’ve tasted dishes prepared by some of the world’s best chefs."

He glanced down at the melting scoop again, shaking his head in disbelief.

"This is creative... unexpected... and genuinely mind-blowing."

"Really?" Aren leaned forward, her eyes sparkling. "Then... what would you think about putting something like this on the menu? At our hotels... or perhaps even the nightclubs?"

Gian blinked.

"You truly want that?"

She nodded eagerly.

"I brought more flavors," she gestured toward the unopened containers lined across the table. "Please try all of them before you decide."

Gian’s gaze drifted toward the remaining tubs before shifting to the elderly butler standing patiently nearby.

"What do you think, Carlo?" he asked with a smile. "Come. Taste my daughter’s ice cream and tell me your honest opinion."

The butler, Carlo, looked noticeably hesitant. The bizarre colors alone were enough to make any respectable butler question his life choices.

Still, after composing himself, Carlo stepped forward with a respectful bow.

"With your permission, sir."

One flavor became two.

Two became five.

Then eight.

Each spoonful painted a different expression across both men’s faces — surprise, confusion, curiosity, delight.

Some combinations shouldn’t have worked.

Yet somehow... they did.

By the time they finished, their palates had endured such an outrageous parade of flavors that distinguishing one from another had become almost impossible.

Even so, both men wore identical expressions — the look of people who had just watched everything they believed about ice cream crumble before being rebuilt into something entirely new.

Gian finally set his dessert cup onto the table.

"Well, Carlo?"

The butler carefully placed down his own cup before folding his hands respectfully behind his back.

"I’ve overseen this household for twenty years, sir," he said thoughtfully. "Before that, I spent my career in luxury hospitality. In all that time..."

He gave Aren an appreciative glance.

"I’ve never tasted anything quite like Lady Ariana’s creations."

"Exactly!" Gian exclaimed, clearly delighted to have someone confirm his own thoughts. "Perhaps these could become desserts at our hotels. We choose several favorites... the ones most likely to appeal to our guests."

"Or rotate them seasonally," Carlo suggested. "Our young lady has already created sixteen different flavors, sir."

Gian’s eyes brightened.

’Did I say something strange?’

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