CXXXVIII

DINNER WAS GOOD.

Laia's mother was a very good cook. Much better than Helena's sorry attempt for a lasagna last week that caused him a stomachache that lasted for two days.

After dinner, Layla insisted to wash the plates herself rather than have her daughter or her guest do so. Regardless of Laia's attempts in convincing her mother, they were futile and the two ended up being pushed towards the front door.

"Don't let me interrupt whatever conversation you two will be having!" The older woman even winks at them before closing the door in their faces.

Laia facepalms. "I still have doubts if I really am related to her,"

Samuel turns to her with an amused expression on his face. "I'm pretty sure that side of yours that resembles your mother is hidden there somewhere," He teasingly nudges her on the side. "Maybe here?"