Espresso X Madeleine Novels & Stories

“Yesterday I didn’t pay attention to the information I was given at the desk. Apparently breakfast is served from nine am. But I guess it will be a weekend.” She shook her head, “That is the daily breakfast time on these sides. I will recommend you try the madeleines.” I had been here to Seasbury a few times but had never slept over so this was news to me. I accepted her offer and she got up and disappeared behind the counter coming back a few minutes later with a collection of six madeleines on a plate. She then served me those madeleines with a milky coffee. “Sorry, I don’t have a full breakfast option yet,” she said smiling. The madeleines were soft and delicious. She wanted to know what

Rafael I push the little plate aside and look at Madeleine. “You pick one,” I say. “I like all of them.” Her eyes haunt me. She’s practically begging me to forgive her, and it’s hard not to crack under the pressure. “No.” She shakes her head. “The cake is the one thing you wanted to do.” “Fine. The Italian Cream,” I end the conversation right then and there. I cannot take one more argument. She perks up and smiles, but I quickly crush her excitement with a cold look.

Tanner coughed, trying to stop laughing under the annoyed gaze of his mate. “Breakfast is all ready made. I made Saccottini al cioccolato, chocolate danish, I guess you’d call it in America. We also made coffee.” Zelma explained, gesturing to the kitchen counter. I looked over, and indeed a large number of the chocolate-filled pastries were neatly arranged in baskets, and the coffee maker was brewing. So at least they had gotten things done before they were distracted. “I see. Well, thank you. And glad your arm is feeling better. You both should probably go wash up and get ready. We have memorials today.” I nodded.

“What may I get you, madam?” Selena purred her lips in consideration. “I’d like a cappuccino with an extra shot of espresso, extra steamed milk, with a drizzle of chocolate, as well as a sandwich with black forest ham, gouda, delicatessen mustard, and a thin spread of mayo.” The maid’s lips parted in surprise and she looked at me. It just went to show that Selena was used to having every whim catered to. I smiled apologetically. “A latte and a ham and cheese sandwich will do fine.”

“Breakfast is ready. Shall I serve it now?” “I’ll take it to her myself,” Gabriel said. “Put everything on the cart.” “Of course, sir.” Magdalene moved immediately. She poured the freshly brewed coffee into a glass carafe and placed it carefully at the corner of the cart. Then she arranged two porcelain cups beside it. She added hot donuts, because she remembered Isla loved them so much along with croissants, a Spanish omelette, sausages, and a few slices of fruit. She also placed a small bowl of lemon water on the tray.

The background was so soothing with some instrumental songs in the background while the nobles were chattering with each other. I let my eyes wander over the display, checking every polished silver tray on the table. I was hesitant about what to eat and took my time until my eyes landed on those Madeleines dusted with sugar and Eccles cakes. The sweet aroma of the pastries reached my nostrils, and my mouth watered. I could already imagine savoring those in a quiet place. Just as I reached for one of the golden Madeleines, a calloused hand brushed against mine, targeting the same pastry that I also wanted.

A pleasant breeze blows past her and sways her blond hair. There is enough food for all twelve people on the table. On porcelain plates, Eleonor saw breads like croissants, bruschetta, and other types that she couldn't tell apart. Coffee brewed in the moka (Italian coffee maker) and juices were also available. There were also piles of fruit.

Tiffany laughed, “Uhmm, do you have tequila, we could start from there.” Roman frowned, “Tequila? You're not serious. You're not having tequila.” “Oh come on, that's what I ordered.” She said, still smiling. “Ok, but ma'am we don't have tequila, I can get you something else.” “Fine, get me anything which includes meatballs.” She nodded, with arched brows. “Alright ma'am, I'll be back in a jiffy.” Tiffany laughed, with that Roman left for the kitchen.

She can finally have her cravings here. They both walked to the dining table and took their respective seats before Madeline took the package and brought out the takeaways she guessed belonged to Elias. Her eyes shone in delight when she saw the loaf of bread and soup she ordered. Cake bread and fish soup. The delicious scent coming from the fish soup made her want to eat it all in one go. She opened the fish soup and tore the package of the cake bread before digging in. “You know that's a really weird combination right?”

The kitchen is obviously her favorite, though, with all the shiny appliances hidden behind wooden cabinets. “Look at this.” She flips the camera, and I can make out some sort of shiny machine before she turns the camera back around. Her eyes are wide, and I grin while I blot my lipstick. “This is a one-touch espresso maker. You just press a button, and it grinds the beans and makes a perfect cappuccino. I think you should marry Michaeland live in this penthouse. I just need a small bedroom. You won’t even notice me.” I laugh awkwardly, and Mal’s gaze sharpens. “What’s that look?”