When Andre returned in the car Connor had rented, a rich, complex aroma greeted them the moment they opened the door.
The scent of tomato meat sauce, garlic butter, toasted bread, the wheaty fragrance of pasta...
Seeing the four people busy in the kitchen and at the dining table, the two men exchanged a glance. Just as they were about to speak, Julia squeezed between their legs. Her small, fair nose twitched a few times, and her eyes lit up.
"Wow! It smells so, so good!!"
The little girl dashed straight for the dining table, bouncing a few times as she held onto its edge. Her small, fair hands reached for the baguette slices in the basket.
SLAP.
Mia gently slapped her hand away. "Have you washed your hands? And you're already trying to grab the food?"
"Oh! I forgot, hehe~"
"Come on, Daddy will take you to wash your hands."
