Twenty four -Croissants, Pineapples & Bombshells

Alessandra's POV .

I’d searched my entire room for Cuddles. Torn through the sheets, yanked open drawers, even checked under the bed like he might’ve grown legs and crawled away. Nothing.

I made it downstairs. Sam was almost done with breakfast by the time I walked in.

Sam was the Cook slash house manager mostly Cook , but she didn’t live here . She came early, cooked all day if needed, and left by evening. She was Older, skin creased at the edges, She had some grey hair too and she was always calm. I’d never seen her smile.

She had one rule: don’t touch her pots.

I dropped onto one of the stools at the island, watching her flip something in a pan like she didn’t make the best meals I’d eat till I die. The minute I sat down, she dished breakfast and dropped the plate in front of me.

I came down here for Cuddles—but he could wait. She made croissants. My mouth watered and I quickly had breakfast.

“So… Sam,” I said, resting my elbows on the counter. “I know you don’t clean or any