Breakfast At Tiffany's の小説・ストーリー

Cortney picks up the phone on the side table, presses number two, and orders the Signature Celebrity Breakfast for both of us. Seven minutes later, there’s a soft knock. Two attendants wheel in a gleaming silver cart. On it sits the most elegant breakfast I’ve ever seen — avocado roses on toast, tiny poached eggs with hollandaise, fresh berries glistening with honey, warm croissants, and delicate crêpes dusted with gold leaf. Small carafes of fresh juice and a beautiful mimosa sit beside Cortney’s plate. “Compliments of the house,” one attendant says with a warm smile. “Enjoy your transformation.”

"I've been at Balthazar for ten minutes, and if I don't get a mimosa and a brioche in the next five, I might die of starvation." I looked down at my watch. It was seven-fifteen. "I thought we said eleven?" "Change of plans!" she chimed happily. "I have a two o'clock fitting in Midtown with Vogue's market editor, so we're doing early breakfast instead. Get down here! It's freezing outside." "I'm on my way," I said softly. I disconnected the call, picked up my heavy trench coat, and stepped out into the rain-slicked hallway. --- Balthazar was half-empty at seven-thirty, smelling of warm butter, dark espresso, and wet wool. The red leather booths were quiet, the zinc bar glowing beneath the sof

She silently bid her goodbye to Tiffany before walking to her own office. Tiffany, on the other hand, started sweating so hard. Her office is right outside the office of the CEO. So, whenever there’s a guest, they are always sent to her first. It was her anniversary today so she was taking her time. She usually comes five minutes earlier than the CEO, but today, she didn’t. She came just in time. At times like this, the probability of the CEO being in his office earlier than her is high. She must hurry! Upon arriving on her office, she managed to fix her looks first before pushing the door open. The first she saw was the lady sitting in front of her work desk. She had a toddler sitting on he

I look for my phone which I had put on the table. I check it. There was hardly any connection last night. As soon as I restart my phone, a ton of missed calls from both Ivanna and Christian pop up on the screen. I immediately call them up. Sebastian I'm already done with making breakfast when Tiffany shows up in the kitchen. "Hey! You should have stayed in bed. I was getting herbal tea for you. Dad's recipe for all kinds of pain", I tell her. She gets onto the chair opposite the counter.

He advised. Miguel kept quiet for a while thinking about what he said again,and it really did make sense,I think I'm going to do what he said. Tiffany checked the time and parked her things into her bag since it was there closing hour. She checked her table one more time to be sure she had arranged everything perfectly well. She smiled in satisfaction before leaving her table, just when she was about to open the door to go out,the door flung open on its own. She stared at Sandra questioningly,and she glared at her in return.

Aspen tracks a guy as he walks past the front and opens the door. My mouth started salivating before I walked in this morning and I've been impatiently waiting for someone to feed me since I sat down. Monday through Saturday I'm iffy on the whole breakfast meal, but Sundays... Sundays are the day where we call it brunch and use it as an excuse to stuff our faces with sugary goodness. Most weekends the promise of Tahiti French toast is the one reason I get out of bed.

Tiffany spoke’ “Thank you” I replied as she muttered you are welcome. ******* I was very tired from engagements we had that day that I overslept and I didn’t hear my alarm ring. “Wake up princess it’s morning already” Tiffany tapped me awake “I know princesses have beauty sleeps and all but you are running late for school my love” She continued as I remembered it was morning. I quickly jumped up from the bed as she chuckled. “I will be on my way now, I would have loved to watch your debut but I am running late for a class, but remember do not let take their eyes off you, bye princess” Tiffany as she waved, I did same and she left.

Her intention was to make dinner, but Shawn beat her to it as he was setting the table when she got to the dinning room. “Good morning.” He turned to look at her. “Good morning. Hope you slept well.” “Yes, I did. How about you?” She asked. “I did too. Take a seat as breakfast is served.” Shawn said and gestured to the plates on the table. “Thank you.” Tiffany said and uncovered the plate in front of her. Breakfast was made of pancakes, eggs and coffee and Tiffany enjoyed every bit of it. “Okay, it's time to go.” Shawn said after Tiffany cleared the table.

She immediately sat back down, followed by Erland, then two pastry chefs and Amanda came to join and discuss the marketing strategy for the bakery. ... New York, 7 p.m... Tiffany enjoyed dinner with Rosalia and also Erland's sister Zoe. She showed no enthusiasm for eating, constantly thinking about what Erland was doing in Nevada. Suddenly a message came to her phone lying on the table in front of her, and she picked it up and saw a picture message from Robbie. Her chest felt tight when she saw the photo showing Erland and Maelie together coming out of a car in front of a bakery, accompanied by a caption.

‘This woman' Brent thought and went ahead to grab her waist, leaning his head into the crook of her neck and kissed her. “Oh my, Brent? When did you get here? You just scared me.” Tiffany's sweet voice rolled off sweetly as she spoke. “Sorry.” Brent hummed. “You woke up earlier, to make me breakfast??” He asked, his voice laced with teasing. “You wish! I was hungry, so I got up to make food.” Tiffany said, shoving him off. Brent chuckled, “Really? The food isn't for me?” “Yes!” “You don't love me anymore then. I'll go make an order for food.” He moved away from her and was about to leave, when Tiffany laughed out loud.