Novel & Cerita Breakfast In The Palazzo

“He’ll explain at breakfast.” She was about to tell the made she was not going down for breakfast but the small of freshly baked bread and coffee drags her out of the bed. Her stomach begs for food even when she does not feel for it. When she is done taking a shower and dressing up, she was led down the staircase again. The guards stands at each turn like statues without blinking their eyes. The world outside shines bright and looks too alive for the Rossi mansion. The dining room looks different this morning. Allessandro sits alone.

I wanted so badly to feel those electrifying sparks rushing through me again. Everything happened so fast yesterday that I didn't have the time to appreciate the place. It was a modern-style mansion with exquisite luxurious features. It made you feel like you were in a five-star hotel but with a homely feeling. When I reached the dining area, I walked over to the eight-seat glass dining table and Elena was the first one to acknowledge me. “Good morning dear. Come and take a seat, it’s time for breakfast.” I nodded, smiling, and was about to step forward when my eyes fell on a strange face seated next to Emilio.

And of course, coffee, next to that, fresh-squeezed juice, orange, pomegranate, even something green and frothy. I picked up a platter of croissants, and followed them toward the dining room. We set the dishes down one by one. My chest tightened all over again as I watched Alessia adjust a platter by half an inch, fussing with the details, her hands trembling slightly. It wasn’t just breakfast. It was her way of saying goodbye. Vincenzo and Luca strolled in first, mid-conversation, their voices low. A moment later, the rest of the men followed, their presence filling the room in that way only they could.

Fixing the bed and throwing the laundry into the basket and opening the curtains and windows to let in some fresh air. “Breakfast?” Lucio asked Salvatore who nodded. “Breakfast?” He turned to Sofia who gave a hesitant nod. “Breakfast,” Lucio nodded and led Sofia down the stairs and into the kitchen, having her sit down at the dining table while they made breakfast. Within the hour, all three of them were sitting at the dining table with cups of coffee and breakfast Panini with puff pastries. Hearing footsteps coming down the stairs, the inhabitant of the house looked up to find Marco making his way to them dressed in black jeans with a dark grey turtle-neck sweater.

As we reached the top of the stairs, Crescent turned to me and whispered, "You know, you're really something, Luna. You nailed that perfectly." "I guess I'm full of surprises” I grinned satisfactorily. We settled in to have brunch at the palace's dining hall, a warm aroma of freshly baked bread and roasting meat filled the air, making me twice as hungry. The tables were set with fine crystal glasses, and the palace chef was busy pouring freshly squeezed juice into the cups. As we took our seats, I stared at my handsome alpha mate, analyzing every bit of him, it was just him and I in the dinning all, except the two palace workers.

I needed something normal, something untouched by all the madness that had swallowed my life just recently. When I was ready, I made my way back to the main building, as if I hadn't slept here overnight. Breakfast was always served there—grand and formal, even when it didn’t have to be. The air carried the scent of freshly brewed coffee, truffle omelets, and something sweet—maybe vanilla pastries—long before I reached the dining room. “Good morning, signora,” one of the maids greeted softly as I entered. “Morning,” I replied with a small smile.

Serena’s pov “Eat your breakfast, Camila.”Dante’s voice cuts through the dining hall without looking up. The words aren’t meant for me, but they land anyway. The Romano dining hall is too large for three people. Marble floors that echo every movement, Sunlight spilling through tall windows, bleaching the long table until it feels exposed instead of warm. Breakfast has been laid out carefully…coffee steaming, fruit cut neatly, pastries untouched but nothing feels inviting.

"Good morning Miss Ashley, it is such a beautiful day isn't it?" I look at her and try remembering her name, there are a lot of Palace's maid in this place who come and go inside my room and I am still memorizing their names. "Yes it is Maria, and thank you." I added while returning the smile she gave me. "Shall I take your breakfast at the balcony? The sun is bright today and it's good for your lovely skin." She suggested while pushing the tray wich has coffee and pancakes with bacon and eggs on top. The smell of it assaulted my nostrils and reminded me that k have not eaten much last night.

Maybe some part of me had begun to accept that Emberfall had decided I had a place here whether I knew how to stand inside it or not. The breakfast room was smaller than the dining room from last night, though still grand enough to make me feel underdressed even while wearing clothes chosen by palace servants. Tall windows opened toward a terrace where sunlight spilled over black stone and green vines. The table was round this time, dark and polished, already set with bread, fruit, eggs, warm drinks, smoked meat, cheeses, and bowls of something creamy with honey swirled through it.

“Dominic made breakfast. If you don't come out in five minutes, he’s going to eat your portion. He has the appetite of a horse and zero boundaries.” I cleared my throat, trying to shake off the morning rasp. “I’m awake! Give me ten minutes.” “Copy that. Don’t take too long, the eggs are actually edible today.” His footsteps faded down the hallway. I sat up on the edge of the mattress, running my hands over my face. It felt bizarre..the whole situation felt completely surreal. Mafia heirs cooked breakfast? I had spent years reading legal case files about organized crime syndicates, and none of them mentioned international hockey stars and professional basketball players flipping pancakes in a