Breakfast At Tiffany's Novels & Stories

But how could I tell my little sister to be brave if I couldn’t be brave, too? I had just made up my mind when I walked past a French cafe that had amazing macarons. I stopped for a second, wondering if I should give in and buy some (the owner knew my name and my favorite flavors at this point), when I saw a familiar golden head at a table in the corner. And sitting across from Jacob was Tiffany McClain, her smile wide and beautiful.

"It's gonna be fine, babe." Before we can say anything else, the door swings open revealing both of my parents. They glance at me and then immediately look over at Tiffany, who averts her eyes. "Mam, Da, this is Tiffany." Tiffany takes a deep breath and begins to look up at them. But before she can, my mother comes out the door and takes Tiffany in her arms. "I'm so glad you're here," Mam whispers into her hair. "I know you must be exhausted from such an early flight." She ushers us inside and over to the kitchen where she has coffee waiting. "Would anyone like breakfast? I made eggs and bacon."

As I took the pictures away from the album, I noticed something that they all have the same. All of these were captured in a third-person point of view. Who's that third person? Starting from me sleeping in a crib, to dancing at the table where I wore a red gown. Artha's always on the side. Who's taking the pictures then? - Morning arrived quickly, my mind was still asleep when Tiffany came knocking at my house asking me to join them for breakfast. There's buttered toast, coffee, and pecan pies from a bakery. "Aren't you afraid someone can recognize you? You're quite popular," I said, tasting the butter in my mouth as I gritted my teeth.

Noami’s voice rang out, warm and full of affection, cutting through the soft hum of background music. Tiffany froze for a moment, her eyes wide with a mix of surprise and disbelief. Her gaze swept the room quickly, taking in the details. Ella, grinning from ear to ear, stood proudly behind a silver balloon arch, holding a mini cake as if it were a trophy. The boutique itself had undergone a delightful transformation—clusters of balloons surrounded the seating area, a gleaming gold “TIFFANY” banner hung above the mirrored wall, and the air was filled with the scent of fresh flowers and vanilla cake. A breathless laugh escaped Tiffany, her hand flying instinctively to her chest. “Oh my goodnes

I almost dressed in an outfit appropriate for the outdoors, then grinned as I thought of adding extra steps to our morning routine. I threw a simple shift dress over my head and made my way downstairs to the dining room. Breakfast foods lay spread across the center of the table, steam rising off the roasted potatoes and condensing on the bowl of fruit. The berries glistened in the morning sunlight like they were made of us. Killian sat one end of the rectangular table, and Tiffany sat directly to his right. It almost looked like she had moved the chair closer than the layout prescribed. I kept my face still while inside I was amused at her display of affection.

Tiffany & Co. Alex’s jaw dropped. “Oh my God! It’s Tiffany, like in the movie Breakfast at Tiffany’s with Audrey Hepburn.” “Yes, it is,” he said, leading the excited and stunned Alex by the hand into the store. At the grand entrance, a well-built man in a polished black suit opened the door for them, nodding a polite welcome as they came through. Alex bit her lip with anticipation as her large eyes wandered around inside the huge store. She took in the chic, glamorous décor. She noted the jewelry on display. What a fabulous place to see for her first sightseeing.

Her hair is swept up into a high ponytail, the ends curled just a little, and it is all secured with a white ribbon that matches her top. She looks like she has just stepped out of a Barbie catalog. In one hand, she is holding a matching pink baguette bag—no surprise there— but it is the other hand that grabs my attention. She raises her hand holding a brown bag, and says, "Hey, we brought you breakfast: cream bagels and coffee!" Her announcement catches me off guard; I'm completely flabbergasted. "How… how did you know I haven’t had breakfast?" I blurt out without even thinking about it. But thankfully, Tiffany is completely unfazed and just grins at me with a shrug.

And somehow manage to tell him, with scarcely a breath in my body, “It’ll never fit my foot, Nick.” ~ * * * ~ There are flowers on the breakfast bar in the morning. Actually… There are numerous arrangements scattered about the house. All vibrant and spectacularly gorgeous. I narrow my gaze on Grayson as I settle in on the deck and he serves eggs Benedict, which has become a favorite of mine at my designated “brunch” time. Grayson knows precisely what I’m thinking—the conclusion I’ve drawn. He tells me, “I didn’t order the bouquets.” I whip out my phone and call Claire. It’s late-dinner hour there and she really is in the middle of a meal. I can hear her setting a heavy fork onto a delicate p

Clara walked in with two other maids behind her, they bowed before dropping the tray of food on the bed, the last two bowed and ran off leaving just me and Clara. “Did Tristain order you to bring breakfast to me”. I inquired, looking at the grand style the meals were served. “Yes ma’am, it was an order”. She responded by bowing. “Oh…. Clara can you get me painkillers, my whole body ached”. I said opening up the covered meal one at a time and filled with laughter. He sure knows how to play his game. “Right away ma’am”. Clara responded and rushed off. Breakfast was served in a grand style, at one corner there was scrambled egg, fruit salad, pancakes warm and fluffy with honey dripping down spr

‘Or maybe just a glorified maid. Their silence was broken by a familiar voice. “Miss Livia, the stock update is done.” Tiffany peeked out, shy but smiling. “Have you eaten? I’m buying breakfast for David.” “Not yet, Miss.” “What are the others doing?” “Replying to customers.” “Good. What do you want? My treat.” “Anything’s fine,” Tiffany said, a little flustered. Livia grinned and took David’s hand. “Let’s go, little brother.”