Novel & Cerita Breakfast In The Palazzo

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

The savory smell of roasted meat enveloped the dining hall. It was the first thing that caught Layla’s attention as she walked past the kitchen while looking for her master. She didn’t expect to see the table filled with food. There were fruits in the basket, cooked meat, and even a glass of fruit juice. Her eyes form into a heart-shaped like as she tried her best not to drool in front of the food. “You’re here,” Zev mumbled as he put down his glass of water. “What are you waiting for? Dig in,” he ordered which sounded marvelous in Layla’s ears.

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.

He said climbing the stairs, feeling disappointed at how his morning surprise went bad. Maria prepared toast with bacon, baked beans, and scrambled eggs with hot chocolate. She wanted to have varieties just in case anyone had allergies. She packed breakfast for Grandma and Lizzy before setting the dining table. Romeo was just in time and smelt the aroma of the food in his room, making him hurry down. Breakfast is served, Maria said, ushering him to the table. "It tastes delicious. I never knew you could cook." Romeo complimented on the first bite.

Without much thought, he took one pill and swallowed it with a glass of water. Fabrizio was ready. He left the room. By the time he headed towards the dining room reserved for the core staff, the Palace had started to become livelier. Several people were already there, eating a quick breakfast before starting work. Fabrizio ate only what was necessary, paying little attention to the taste of the food in his mouth. His mind was still preoccupied with thoughts of that mysterious man and how everything was becoming increasingly complicated. The first thing Fabrizio did that day was go to the office at the headquarters to represent Yoren at several important meetings. Camilla greeted his arrival