“Nope, but this soup is real good, Antonia,” he says with an easy smile.
A few minutes later, everyone returns to the dining room. I have no idea what’s going on. There was some mention about the soup being poisoned and Jazzy got upset. Next thing I know Antonia is picking the girl up and walking out. Then Emmanuel, Carlo, and Louie start clearing the table of food.
Antonia comes back in with Jazzy still in her arms. She looks around in confusion. I’m with her. I have no idea what’s happening, but I also don’t want to be the one to ask.
“There was a problem in the kitchen. I ordered pizza. Should be here soon,” Carlo says.
“Oh my god, I’m so sorry! What happened?” Antonia gasps.
“The cook had an accident, cut his finger and bled into the food,” Carlo explains. “But everyone loves pizza.”
“I love pizza!” Jazzy chimes in excitedly.
“Only monsters or aliens don’t like pizza, Jazz,” Sammie tells her. I agree. Pizza beats vegetables any day.
Emmanuel leans in and whispers in my ear, “Did you eat that soup?” he asks quietly.
I shake my head while frowning at him.
“Good. Don’t eat anything. I’ll get you something after we leave,” he says.
“I’m just going to use the restroom.” I push up from the table.
“Want me to show you where it is?” Jazzy offers.
“I’ll show her.” Emmanuel stands before I can protest.
“I’m sure you will,” Louie mumbles.
Ignoring the stares, I let Emmanuel lead me out of the dining room, his hand on my lower back, because I don’t want to cause a scene. As soon as we’re out of view, I shake away from his touch.
“What’s going on?” I ask in a hushed tone.
“What do you mean?” He takes me by the elbow, leading me into the hallway. He then opens a door and drags me into the bathroom.
“What was wrong with the food? You’re acting strange,” I ask him.
“I don’t trust it. I think it was poisoned,” Emmanuel says.
I frown. “Who would want to poison Antonia’s dinner party?”
“Everyone at that table has a long list ofenemies,” Emmanuel grunts. “But you’re okay. It was the orange one that was poisoned, not yours.”
“Wait… You didn’t eat it, did you?” My eyes go wide.
Emmanuel smiles. “You worried about me, mi alma?”
“No, Emmanuel. Every girl dreams about their boyfriend being poisoned to death.” I roll my eyes at him.
“Fiancé,” he says.
“What?”
“I’m not your boyfriend, mi alma. I’m your fiancé.”
“You are insane.” I shake my head from side to side. A stupid smile spreading across my face.
“Why are we still not telling people about us?” he asks.
