Finding the kitchen, I stop and gape at it. It's huge. Unnecessarily huge. But damn, it's gorgeous.
A woman is busy in the butler's pantry, and I shuffle toward her, unsure if I'm supposed to help myself or if she's supposed to organize something for me. Either way, I'm a do-it-myself kind of girl. "Hi," I say in a small voice.
Her gaze whips toward me, startled by my appearance in her kitchen. "Oh, goodness," she says, her hand flying to her chest. "You scared me."
"Sorry," I say, a soft smile playing on my lips. "I didn't mean to scare you. I was just getting a bit hungry and thought—"
"Oh yes," she says, stepping back and welcoming me in. "You must be our new house guest. I was told to keep an eye out for you. I'm Krista."
"Chiara," I say with a small smile.
"Lovely to meet you, Chiara," she says, something lighting up in her pale green eyes. "Is there anything I can get you?"
