After my shower, I headed downstairs to help Monica and Francesca prep dinner. Honestly, cooking for over a hundred people was a damn nightmare. I mean, why the hell do vampires even bother with human food? Aren’t they supposed to be all about blood and s**t?
We got the tables set up, made sure everything was spotless, and started plating the food. Dinner tonight? Fried rice with Caesar salad…fancy as hell. We even had an over-the-top spread of wines, fruits, and drinks. Gotta keep the undead classy, right?
As soon as Anne announced dinner was ready, the clan members came pouring in like a damn flood. They broke off into their little cliques, chatting it up while I kept scanning the room for the boss. No sign of him yet, but his annoying-ass brother, Lorenzo, was already there.
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