Elara's POV
‘Who are the Contis? What goes behind closed doors in this mansion?’
My eyes scanned from Sofia to the vacant seat beside her where Marco should be seated.
Francesca dished pancakes on our plates before running honey syrup all over, causing it to drizzle down. She added a bowl of berries and slices of apples to each of our trays before a mug of warm coffee.
“I'll do the rest.”
I stopped her from adding sugar and milk to my mug. She was already used to serving the family, so she knew the exact scoops of each additive.
She bowed subtly and walked out of the dining area while I served myself. It was just 7 AM. The family had a tradition of meeting at the table early. I left Marco in the room as he was busy on a phone call that had somehow lasted from last night.
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