Novel & Cerita Espresso X Madeleine

What the heck is Eleanor Roosevelt doing here? "A cup of Espresso laced with milk. What would you like to get?" A girl asked and I smiled before my eyes washed over the menu. "She'll have an espresso as well. With milk and maybe a little bit of Sugar? Not too much, just one teaspoon is enough." "Alright. Will be right back." "Espresso?" I asked and he nodded his head before his eyes studied my face. "Don't tell me you don't know Espresso?" "I–" "Hey, Marie?" He hollered suddenly and all eyes turned to us. Including my sister's.

I really need to stop thinking of all this and just focus on that one thing that's most important to me right now, and you all know it. I close my eyes and breathing out lightly, I allow myself get distracted by the sweet sight of the ingredients Madeleine is bringing out from under the worktop, where there is a draft. From there, she also brought out a new apron, which she passes to me. More of like, throwing it for me to catch.

He looked like the definition of wealth and power. Nothing like the monster I’d seen in the dark last night. He didn’t even look up, calmly sipping his espresso, yet the corner of his mouth curved into a slow, cruel smirk. He knew I was staring. I could tell. And he was savoring every second of my discomfort. "Coffee, Gianna?" Madeleine asked, reaching for the pot, "Or are you strictly a tea person?" "Coffee is fine," I managed to say, my voice sounding flat even to my own ears.

I wonder what he thought if he helped me I’d be grateful? Then suddenly, a woman past her youth came with the plates and placed them in front of everyone. Bruschetta with tomatoes, mozzarella and basil, muffins with jam, several kinds of milk with biscuits, hot buttery croissants which smelled incredible, and the usual espresso. The woman had also brought small milk capsules for those who didn’t like black coffee. It was all directed at me because I drank it that way. This man knew everything about me. “Thank you,” I said to the woman after she placed the plate in front of me.

Everyone knows me as a gentle and calm wife. On our wedding night, my husband, Julian Chapman, sleeps with another woman. I tell myself that it's part of being married and that I should be understanding. He blows through the 30,000 dollars I brought into the marriage. I kept my silence. Then, he brings home one mistress after another. I pour them drinks myself. When his gambling debts finally catch up with him, he sells me to a brothel without a second thought. "This is my wife. She's quiet, obedient, and easy to deal with. Take her instead. Do whatever you want with her." I laugh. He has no idea that I had a reputation before I ever married him. They called me the Queen of Hell. I ha

"What's the order again?" "One green tea Frappuccino, one White Chocolate Mocha Frappuccino," I said and sighed. "I'll do that; you get the Panini thing done," "On it," In less than two minutes, everything was prepared. "Dude, get a tissue!" I started to panic. "Why!? What's wrong!?" Madelyn rushed upto me. "This breadcrumb is out of place! Can't you see!?" "Are you serious!?" Madelyn placed her hands on her hips. "He'll never notice that!"

"What's wrong with this coffee? It's bad." "I … I followed the recipe that Madam Alice left me. How is that possible?" Xavier scratched his head in astonishment. "Recipe?" "She handed me a notebook before she left, and it contains all your preferences, right down to the details—what should be avoided, how to prepare your coffee … It even lists what dishes you took an extra bite of according to the date," Xavier explained as he handed Jasper the notebook. The man took it, and there was some hesitation before he flipped it open.

Audrey I looked wistfully at the almond croissant that the waitress set down in front of Madeleine. “God, I would kill for one of those,” I groaned. It wasn’t just that this café did some of the best pastries in all of Paris. Or the world, really. I was also just hungry, like I seemed to always be these days. I wrapped my hands around my plain green tea, as though I was trying to keep myself from reaching out and snitching a bite of the other dancer’s dessert. There was a reason that I hadn’t ordered anything other than tea for myself, I knew.

Before I could ask further questions, he continued, "With one of the most famous businesswomen, Ms. Casey Renaulds." Instantly, I tightened my grip on the knife and questioned, "What did he order?" "Fruit custard and espresso with no sugar for himself, strawberry pancakes with Vanilla Mocha Deluxe for the lady." I gave a tight-lipped smile before saying, "Okay, I will make it." Mr. Colleny asked with concern, "Are you okay, dear?" I nodded abruptly. "Indeed, I am." I made strawberry pancakes, fruit custard, and Vanilla Mocha Deluxe perfectly. However, I added three spoons of sugar in the espresso.

She looked at Xavier to see if he was ready to order. “Yes, Caramel macchiato for me please and some biscuits” “I’ll have the same” Celine says. They engaged in small talk while waiting for their orders to be served. “guess who called me this morning?” Celine asked Xavier. Xavier shrugged, he wasn’t good at guessing. “I swear if I were to guess, it will be someone totally unrelated. Just save me the stress and tell me….” He says, his blue eyes shone in anticipation, Celine had caught his attention and he was all caught in fascination of her.