Breakfast In The Palazzo Novels & Stories

The other cars branch off, and we are let out, out front of the home under a colossal awning held up by columns. I carry Bennie as Bella grabs onto Tati’s hand. Teresa and Vito meet us at the door, and we walk inside. The floors are marble, and I look up to see magnificent artwork painted on the ceiling. The Palazzo is enormous. Vito’s home consists of at least nineteen bedrooms or more. This place puts my father's home to shame. We walk into the dining area, and a full course meal is prepared. How did Teresa have time to prepare this? I take my seat next to Bella and Tati; While Vito is at the head of the table and Teresa is seated beside him. The courses are then served, and everything loo

“Breakfast is waiting. Don’t test me this morning, Yasmine.” The door shut behind him, leaving me trembling. --- When I finally made my way downstairs, the dining room was already set. Morning light streamed through tall windows, illuminating the table. A basket of cornetti dusted with sugar, thinly sliced prosciutto, fresh ricotta, figs drizzled with honey, and a gleaming pot of espresso waited. Luca sat at the head of the table, his attention fixed on the paper he held in one hand. He didn’t look up when I entered, but his voice carried across the room.

Whisper I'm scared. But I couldn't. Instead, I practiced. Smoothed the pink dress. Checked my reflection in the window. Practiced the smile. Widen eyes. Lift corners of mouth. Look greedy. We pulled up to Il Palazzo, the most expensive restaurant in the city. A fortress of marble and gold. The kind of place where the mafia did business over wagyu beef and wine that cost more than jewelry. Volkov got out first. Scanned the street, hand hovering near his waist.

Like they were scared. Breakfast was in a sunlit atrium that didn’t match the chill crawling under my skin. The table was set for two, but Alessandro was absent. Again. I didn’t eat. I couldn’t. My mind was still on the rose. I needed answers. I slipped away from the atrium, my heels silent on the Italian marble. The De Luca estate was a fortress disguised as a palace walls lined with expensive art, polished floors, armed guards in tailored suits. Cameras in every corner. This place wasn’t just for living; it was for watching.

She messaged him back saying to meet him at breakfast. By the time Klarisse made her way to the dining room, the table was already set. A lavish spread of freshly baked croissants, fluffy scrambled eggs, smoked salmon, and a vibrant assortment of fruits awaited her. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee filled the air, mingling with the soft hum of the estate's morning activity.

She pointed to the bathroom, smirked once more and ran away. Ricky kept staring at the door. "Darn!" He muttered. "So this is what it feels like to get played." *** ( Empire Astheria, Australia. ) Breakfast in the palace was going on smoothly as usual. The buffet was exquisitely spread out on the gigantic dining table with different continental dishes, ranging from chocolate filled croissants to coleslaw, cornish pastry and the likes. The aged Queen Fiona and Princess Alexis were eating graciously and making small talks. No matter how much the princess disliked wearing a formal dress, anyone could tell that she looked her best in it!

It meant they didn't have to talk about the position they had found themselves in this morning. Though they didn't talk, they both gave each other more space than usual as they hurriedly got ready. Elena was comforted by the fact Massimo seemed just as embarrassed by the whole situation as she was. Luckily, with three couples trying to entertain them, it was easy for Elena to ignore the whole bed fiasco. It seemed the Conti family followed the Ferraro's policy of never doing something in half measures. They went overboard on everything. First was breakfast at a small cafe that Elio and Luna had picked out. It looked humble from the outside, but their elaborate menu was anything but simple. E

Jules grinned as she came up behind me and hugged me from behind, her hug full of tight, bouncy energy as she shook me gently, "You are officially a year older, and we are going to make sure you have the absolute best day ever." "Happy birthday, Gianna," Adriano stated, smiling at me weirdly. "Thank you..." I said, my smile faltering. Sunlight poured through the giant windows overlooking the gardens. Plates covered every inch of the surface. Pancakes stacked high with berries dripping syrup down the sides. Bowls of fresh fruit. Eggs. Pastries. Tiny jars of jam lined up perfectly beside silver trays of bacon and sausages. Claire and Maddie were arguing over whether Dante had secretly stolen p

A frown tugs at my lips when I realize someone must have entered the room to leave them while I was showering—without making a sound. I dress quickly, tying my hair into a ponytail before slipping on my heels and stepping out into the penthouse. The sound of hushed conversation leads me to the kitchen, where Raffaele and Alessandro are seated, their iPads in front of them. The moment I step into view, Raffaele’s eyes lift to mine. “Sit and have breakfast.” It’s not a request. I hesitate before obeying, sliding into the seat opposite them. A plate of eggs and bacon is placed in front of me, alongside a steaming cup of coffee. My stomach growls embarrassingly, and I swear I hear Alessandro mut

I told him. We arrived at the dining table and my stomach growled at the sight of the dishes set for breakfast. Maids trooped over to serve us, and I pointed at the Belgian waffles, a little from the fluffy lemon pancakes and some croissants. I ate in all consciousness, consuming the tasty, delicious pancakes. Gosh I love it. One thing about this palace is they make the best dishes. Breakfast soon came to an end and I was sentenced to my session, I walked into the spacey room with my tutor waiting for me.