Breakfast In The Palazzo Novels & Stories

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.

Just as I put on a light palazzo trouser, a knock came on my door. "Who?" "My lady, it's Alara." "And who is....?" I cut myself off, almost immediately. "Your personal maid." "Oh, the maid." We both said at the same time. "Yes, my lady." She replied. "Alright. Come right in." I invited and the door creaked open the next second. "What has you in my space, so early in the morning?" "I brought your breakfast." She bowed. "Breakfast?" I was truly suprised. It was still so early. "Breakfast is eaten so early here in the palace?"

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.

" Why are you leaving? I thought we will have our bath together " " No. I had mine already " He replied. " Be done and come out to have your breakfast " Maximo exit the lighted room gracefully and then disappeared into the bathroom where he emerges Inti his dinning room to order some breakfast. His maids know more than to cook for the Italian Mafia Boss without his consent. " Get the breakfast set " He ordered one of the maid as he took his sit before the dinning table. His gaze varies around and finally fell on the wristwatch he wore. A sigh escaped his lips when he saw Marco walking into the dinning room.

A maid entered with a breakfast spread fit for royalty, and Sam couldn’t help but marvel at the banquet on the trolley. Last night’s meal had been a sumptuous chicken fettuccine Alfredo with expensive wine, and this morning’s offering was just as impressive. Toast with butter, cheese, eggs, bacon, and a cup of coffee that came with milk and sugar. It felt like a dream, and she couldn’t help but think about staying indoors all day.

Most were wheat-based, like pastas, Italian breads, and pizza, plus meat dishes like polpette (ground meat meatballs), steak, sausage, and smoked beef. "I’m so full—this breakfast is like a food tour on its own, Brother!" Emmy said, finishing her meal (which had been a bit too much for her stomach). William chuckled at his wife’s big appetite. "I’d be surprised if you weren’t full. Oh, the car will be here soon—let’s head to the lobby entrance!" They walked out of the hotel restaurant, with William carrying a backpack with their extra clothes and some personal items. Soon after, a black SUV pulled up, and the driver handed the keys to William.