Breakfast In The Palazzo Novelas e Histórias

"Arian left you a note on the table in the hallway." "That's okay." I shake my head. My stomach growls and I wince because it hardly ever does that. I eat before I get really hungry but after I got back from the hospital last night, I was too upset to eat a late dinner. "Breakfast is served sir." Kelly informs me. "It's Spaghetti Bolognese for breakfast." "Theresa went all out, huh?" I grin. "She says she likes trying new things." Kelly smiles. "You'll love it sir."

Passing through the living room, she saw Elio sitting at the dining table with two plates of breakfast and two glasses of milk in front of him. "Good morning," Candice said nervously as she approached. "I didn't hear the alarm. I'm sorry. Is there any work planned for today?" Elio, with his usual calm demeanor, gestured to the plate opposite him. "I made an extra portion. Join me for breakfast." He made this? Candice looked at the breakfast in surprise. There was a peeled and sliced egg, some blanched broccoli, a pancake, and some fruits. It looked both exquisite and healthy but was presented quite plainly, certainly not the work of a hotel chef.

Why did it have to feel so perfect if it wasn’t going to last? Then the door creaked open. I froze. Mr De Vito—walked in, shirtless, his dark hair still damp, and in his hands, a silver tray carrying breakfast. Scrambled eggs, fruit, toast, and a steaming cup of coffee. My eyes widened in disbelief. He smirked when he saw the look on my face. “Well, good morning, principessa,” he said, setting the tray carefully on the edge of the bed. “Thought I’d make up for... last night.”

After shoving her wavy brown locks into a messy ponytail, she bounced out of the bathroom, a spring in her step at the smell of something delicious wafting through the room. Marek sat in one of the wingback chairs, and there was another across from him. Either he or one of the staff had moved a nearby side table to act as a dining table, and breakfast waited for them. It was still piping hot when she removed the cloche and stared down at it for a moment. “What is it?” She poked hesitantly at the fluffy pile of light-purple…substance. “Scrambled peana eggs and ground molinyn.”

She hummed her favorite song as she walked down the stairs. She found Lorenzo already seated in the dining room having his breakfast. “Good morning.”She greeted,cheerfully. Fabiola pulled out a chair and sat down. “After breakfast,come with me to the company.”He announced.

Greyson instructed his maid to get something at the grocery store and informed Paris to add some food items and female stuff she would like as well. As the maid went to the supermarket, Paris and Archer left the house. "We'll go to a restaurant for breakfast before we go shopping?" he told her. Paris nodded. They went to an Italian restaurant for dinner. Paris ordered Italian egg benedict with chamomile tea and Greyson, coffee with just croissant, that was all he needed. While they ate Greyson talked about the wonderful place he had went to while staying in Massachusetts. Paris was delighted to hear about them. She had enjoyed their breakfast and wish it will never end. In all her life comi

“Levius! Damn!” A pale Levius came rushing towards him from the kitchen. “Your Majesty, the food you asked for Layla is almost ready. Is there anything else I can help you with---” He wasn’t able to finish what he was saying when he felt a strong hand pulling on his collar and just like that, he was dragged to the second floor where the master bedroom was. *COUGH*

Mr Pompous. I cannot have another Mr. Pompous in my messy life. After dressing up, I found my way downstairs where I had the breakfast prepared by Giada. Ciambella, an Italian dish was what she prepared. I've never tasted it before but it was damn good. It had a shape similar to a doughnut and felt soft on the tongue. I was engrossed in the marvelous dish when one of my royal guards appeared and bowed, "Your Highness, a prisoner was brought over. The military claim you gave the order"

************ Two hours later… Ashleigh stood in the morning light, overlooking the garden table with a satisfied smile. The soft pastel tablecloth fluttered gently in the breeze. At the center were slices of pane toscano, toasted golden and crisp. To the side, uova al tegamino (eggs fried in olive oil with perfectly runny yolks) were topped with shaved parmigiano-reggiano and a pinch of black pepper. Colorful sausages, fresh salad, and an array of juices completed the spread, making it an authentic Italian breakfast.

"I heard Mr. Loris prefers tangy flavors, so I'll be serving beef and veggie stew. Don't get in my way." Hearing that familiar voice, I stiffened. One look at the calendar on the wall was enough for me to realize that I had been reborn. In my previous life, the wealthiest man in Indoria, Galarva Loris, was on the hunt for a bride and was willing to pay big bucks for the right one. Whoever passed his tests would receive 1.5 million dollars and a life of luxury.