Chloe placed the final dish on the table—a perfectly prepared plate of scrambled eggs with smoked salmon, fresh croissants, and a side of avocado toast. The warm scent of breakfast filled the room, but the atmosphere was anything but cozy. Franco and Lucia were already seated, the tension in the air thick enough to cut with a knife.
Lucia sat with her back straight, her posture regal and commanding. Her eyes, sharp and critical, followed Chloe’s every move with barely concealed scorn. As Chloe moved to serve the orange juice, she could feel Lucia's eyes boring into her.
Lucia’s gaze drifted over the spread on the table, her lips curling into a thin line. “Why is there no Spanish meal on the table?” she asked, her tone laced with disdain.
Chloe hesitated for a moment, unsure how to respo
