The dessert box Bruno ordered for the five of us arrived on the last Thanksgiving before graduation.
It was from that famous Italian pastry shop in Brooklyn, a four-piece set.
Each cannoli had a name written on it in chocolate.
Matteo, my brother.
Nico Bellini, my childhood friend.
Bruno Santoro, my boyfriend of three years.
And my cousin, Bianca.
Four names. Mine wasn’t one of them.
Everyone looked at Bruno.
He scratched his head, his tone casual. “The custom box only had four slots. I figured you’re not that into sweets, so I left you out.”
“It’s just a few pastries,” Matteo said, reaching over to smooth my hair. “You’ve never really cared about this stuff, right?”
“You two have been together for three years,” he added. “Why split hairs? What’s his is yours. Bruno’s is basically yours.”
They Never Saved Me A Seat So I Built My Own Table Chapter 06 Matteo rushed home and threw open Alessia’s bedroom door. Half the closet was empty. Her laptop, her IDs, and all her favorite clothes were gone. But in the drawer, the gifts they had once given her were lined up neatly. Matteo
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They Never Saved Me A Seat So I Built My Own Table Chapter 05 At 7:10 that night, Matteo called Alessia. It went straight to voicemail. He frowned and set his phone on the table. “She’s doing this again.” The four-person meal already covered the table. But there were five chairs around it. The one
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They Never Saved Me A Seat So I Built My Own Table Chapter 04 The night before I left, all the profile pictures in our group chat suddenly changed. The four of them had switched to a matching set of graduation illustrations. Matteo in the upper left. Nico in the upper right. Bruno and Bianca
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They Never Saved Me A Seat So I Built My Own Table Chapter 03 At our graduation dinner, Bianca suggested we exchange letters. She pulled a stack of pretty envelopes from her bag. “After graduation, everyone’s going to be so busy. We might not see each other every day.” “So I secretly asked you all
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They Never Saved Me A Seat So I Built My Own Table Chapter 02 The day we took graduation photos, the air on the lawn was thick and hot. I had just pulled on my gown when I saw Bruno walking over, juggling four bouquets. Matteo’s was sunflowers. Nico’s was white roses. Bianca’s was pink
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They Never Saved Me A Seat So I Built My Own Table Chapter 01 The dessert box Bruno ordered for the five of us arrived on the last Thanksgiving before graduation. It was from that famous Italian pastry shop in Brooklyn, a four-piece set. Each cannoli had a name written on it in chocolate. Matteo,
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