"What does your mother like?" Altezza asked without glancing at Adaline, who now looked uncomfortable, occasionally biting her fingernails.

"What do you mean?" Adaline asked, confused.

"I can't possibly visit my future mother-in-law empty-handed, right, Mrs.? I intend to bring something for her."

Adaline blushed instantly, not expecting Altezza to be so understanding. But she was confused about what to tell him about her mother's preferences.

"Just say it, what kind of food does your mother ...