Surrogate for My Mafia Ex
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I run into several of the servants cleaning and polishing silverware, once there.
“What are you doing in here?” says one of the women.
I offer a warm smile. “Just looking for something to eat,” I reply.
“Young Leone is out for the night. We do not serve dinner for anyone else, so you should just go back to your room,” she says harshly.
“I’m not going to bed without dinner,” I say.
“We only have water and some of that bread over there,” she says, pointing to a stale loaf of moldy bread on the counter. “You can have that.”