I Eat Pasta For Breakfast Characters Novels & Stories

I carefully place the bowl of pasta before him while I take a bite of my fruit salad. "Is that enough for you?" Lorenzo asked and I could hear the others giggle. "Yeah, I had a heavy breakfast. I'm not too hungry" I lied even though I woke up late and I had to skip breakfast because our dress fitting was already scheduled at 10 in the morning. Vinnie raised an eyebrow before getting back to eat her braised pork. "Wow" Lorenzo quaked as he took a last look of my signature. "What? What is it?" Rose asked.

His face was still flat, but at the corner of his lips, there was a small smile. "Marco," Gianna called from behind. Marco turned his head. "What." "You haven't had breakfast." "I'm not hungry." "You're lying." Marco didn't answer. Gianna walked closer. In her hand was a plate of fried rice with a fried egg on top. "Eat." "I said I'm not hungry." "Your stomach is growling. Don't lie." Marco looked at Gianna. Then at the food. "I don't like fried eggs." "I know, but it's the best I can cook."

I sat down across from him, feeling a sense of comfort in his presence. “Morning, Dad,” I said, smiling back at him. The maid brought my breakfast, a plate of steaming pasta, and a glass of freshly squeezed orange juice. The smell of the food was intoxicating, and I realized how hungry I was. I picked up my fork and dug into the pasta, savoring the taste. I took a sip of the orange juice, the tart, and sweet flavor a welcome contrast to the savory pasta. I ate slowly, savoring every bite, enjoying the simple pleasure of a good meal.

Marlon complained as he started playing what’s inside his lunch box. “I feel you, bro!” Leopold trailed in agreement. “What about you Phil? Are you on a diet or something?” I asked staring at Phil’s plate. He only bought a pasta. “Of course not. This pasta is the only thing that I like from the menu.” He replied and I was already devouring my food. “What are you, a girl now?” I teased him as I continued shoving spaghetti inside my mouth. “The fuck are you saying, Ambrose?” Phil sounded a bit pissed off.

I couldn't believe I was listening to this kid's sermon. “Yes uncle. Cereals aren't good for breakfast.” Kelvin's voice came up and I smirked, controlling my annoyed emotion. “So, what do you think I can do for you two children this morning?” I asked, curling my lips and if they listened well, they would know from my tone that I was gradually getting angry. “I would love pasta and egg sauce. What about you?” Ashley grinned, facing Kelvin. “Umm, fried irish potato, sauced beef and tea.” Kelvin said.

He has 6 dogs who are not small in size they are like beasts who don't tolerate any unknown person in their house. When Alessandro reaches the dining area he sees that all the staff are busy with their respective works. He takes his seat at the table and asks the cook to bring his breakfast. The cook has prepared his favorite breakfast which consisted of crispy bacon, sweet potato rosti, baked cherry tomatoes, avocado & poached egg. He is not a person who likes sweets so he prefers black coffee throughout the day starting from his breakfast. The cook brings breakfast and serves her boss. The cook is in her mid sixty and everyone likes to call her Mama Melody. Although Alessandro never shows

She was done cooking and was about to serve breakfast. “Good morning ma’am” the maid greeted “Good morning “ Lisa responded and the maid smiled. “What's for breakfast?” Lisa asked “Spaghetti and pasta,” the maid said happily and Lisa smiled. The maid looked so happy doing her job. She felt so amazed. “Can I have a plate of it here? No need to serve in the dining” Lisa said

she replied, as we moved forward to take our seats beside each other. She stared lustfully at the innocent young man who knew nothing about what we were talking about and it creeped me out. “Good morning ladies, I hope you had very splendid nights? We would be having pepperoni pasta and meatballs for breakfast, and then cheesecakes for dessert, except you are not one for dessert in the mornings.” Luca said, smiling widely. I would agree with Vivian that Luca was indeed a fine man, with good dentitions and fair skin, he was also the perfect gentleman and I could see clearly why she was crushing, it was so easy for anyone to crush on him.

At that moment, my last bit of hope vanished. I put everything back the way it was and quietly went to my room. I pulled the covers over myself and wished I could wake up and realize it was all a bad dream. The next morning, they were already up and bustling in the kitchen. I sat down and stared at the breakfast on the table—seafood pasta. Who ate seafood pasta first thing in the morning? I took one bite. It tasted exactly like the one we had at the professor’s dinner last month. I glanced at the trash by the door, and there it was, the packaging from that same expensive restaurant.

In the dining room, the sitter pointed at the breakfast and said smilingly, “Young Master Snow woke up early this morning to prepare this meal.” The breakfast on the table was not as great as what she had during her confinement period. There were only fruit juice, sweetcorn fritters, salad, boiled eggs, and meatballs. If this sort of breakfast was served on any other day, Freya would not have commented on it. At the thought that he interrupted her sleep for a long time last night, she was unspeakably grumpy. “This is all?” Freya purposely found fault with him. “They look unappetizing. I want to eat pasta and—”