Chapter Eight

LARA

I stared at his message again, chuckling softly to myself.

> Hey, not to be dramatic, but I’ve already told my nonna about you. Don’t make me look like a liar.

With half my noodles gone and the other half going cold, I typed back before I could overthink:

> Your nonna must be a woman of taste and high standards. What did you tell her exactly?

A minute later, the typing bubbles appeared.

>That