Chapter 17: Breakfast
"Hmm Matteo, you keep getting better and better! This food is delicious. You should teach me how to cook too."
Beatrix said as she took another bite of the luxurious breakfast prepared for her by her brother.
For some reason it was more luxurious than ever. She was surprised when she came to see how much he had cooked. Eggs, bacon,waffles, pancakes, toasted bread, avocados, oatmeal, a cup of coffee, fruit juice and fruits were all available on the table. She knew the servants had helped him but he had mainly done all the cooking.
"No, you will get hurt." Matteo replied, flashing her a soft smile.
Beatrix rolled her eyes at him, "It’s just cooking Matteo. I’m not going to die if I go near the fire. What if a time comes and I have to cook to survive?"
Beatrix reasoned. The way they always have this argument everyday at the breakfast table was interesting. It was like their morning ritual.
"A time like that would never come. We are all working hard so that you can live comfortably forever. Don’t waste your time thinking about situations that would never happen. You can always hire the best chef to cook for you."
Her father chimed in this time ruffling her hair.
Beatrix’s shoulders sagged and she played with her food, losing her appetite. She was a hopeless romantic at heart and she wanted to learn how to cook for her husband someday.
"What if I get married someday and my husband wants me to cook for him?"
The atmosphere at the table suddenly changed and she saw her father and Matteo stiffened. She was eating with only the two of them since Ares had not come back since he left earlier and Remo was busily talking to someone in the study when she was heading downstairs.