Noah’s POV
The sun was shining bright today.
I was walking slowly down the path with Gabriella.
For the first time in two entire months, I was actually smiling. It wasn't a fake, polite smile for my family, everyone and the royal court. It was a real, genuine smile.
"So, let me make sure I understand this" Gabriella laughed softly. "Before you knew you were a big time artist, you used to eat a folded piece of greasy bread with cheese on it every single day? And you called it a 'pizza slice'?"
I laughed. "Yes. It's messy and maybe greasy, and but its amazing."
She shook her head with an unconvinced smile on her face. "It sounds terrible for your health. But I would love to try it one day. I've lived here my entire life. I want to know about your world, Noah."
I stopped walking and
