THIRD PERSON POV
EMILIA
The Romano estate's kitchen was alive with chaos. Emilia moved between the stove and the marble counter so gracefully, her apron was tied neatly over her cream silk blouse, and her cheek, painted with a smudge of flour that she hadn't noticed yet.
"No, no, Chef Marco, the saffron needs to blend with the broth first, then we add it to the risotto." She leaned over the sous chef's shoulder, trying l to make her tone warm but it still sounded firm. "Trust me, Jax will taste the difference."
"Yes, Mrs. Romano." Chef Marco nodded, adjusting his technique immediately.
"And the osso buco?" Emilia turned to the head chef, who was carefully sautéing the steak in a deep stainless tray. The aroma of red wine, tomatoes, and herbs that filled the kitchen, made the atmosphe
