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It's kind of like this ongoing joke that she raids the food pantry as soon as they stock it. There are lots of food pantries in Boston, and Flo is definitely not someone who needs money to buy food. But she'll never pass up a freebie, so she's the first one in line.
I'm half listening as she unloads her wares onto the table and starts stocking the kitchen. I don't know why she's not bringing food into her own house, but Sergio says this is almost a second home.
"Hey, babe, are you listening?" She looks back at me, eyebrows furrowed. "Eden, are you okay?"
I don't know what to tell her. I’m opening my mouth to speak when the back door to the kitchen opens and Gino stalks in. "Eden, you have to go to your room. Right now."
Flo and I stare at him. What?
He doesn't have the authority to tell me what to do. No one does.
"I have work to do, Gino.”
"Girl, I'm telling you, it's the right thing to do. Go to your room and don't come out till I call you."
Who does this guy think he is?
Flo stares at him. "What happened?"
He looks over his shoulder. "Eden, go!"
I've never sworn at anyone in my life, but I've never been more tempted. "You don't tell me what to do. No one tells me what to do."
Doors open from the club, and one of the most beautiful women I've ever seen walks in. She's a few inches taller than I am, tanned, and stunning. Marialena is beautiful, but this woman looks like a model. Her top is cut low, all the way down to her navel. Long, glossy hair hangs down her back and swings as if she just stepped out of the salon.
I stare at her, trying to figure out who she is. She looks around the kitchen and shakes her head. "Can I help you?"
"So is this the little kitchen that will be preparing the food for my wedding?"
Little kitchen. Wedding.
There it is again, someone's getting married.
Flo looks at me. Her face pales beneath her makeup, and she says in a low voice, “I think you should go to your room like Gino said, Eden." Oh, no, she doesn't.
“I’m here to scope things out for the wedding,” the bride says with a haughty look.
"Wedding. Who's wedding?"
She gives me a withering look, peering down her long, thin nose at me. “Are you the kitchen staff?"
Flo looks like she's going to be sick. "Eden, go. Gino’s right."
But I’m still stuck on kitchen staff.
Yes, I’m the kitchen staff. That's all I am.
"I am. Who are you?"
She puts her hands on her hips and holds her head up high, giving me a look that makes me feel like I'm two inches tall.
" Sergio Montavie’s fiancée. I wanted to come see the wedding venue, and someone told me his kitchen staff would be preparing the food for his wedding. So I came here to see what you're capable of. And if you are the woman…"
I don't hear anything else she says. The rushing sound of the blood in my ears makes me dizzy and deaf.
Fiancée.
Sergio.
