Adeline's foot tapped impatiently against the floor, her arms crossed as the seconds ticked by slowly.
A soft ding echoed through the elevator as it reached the first floor. The doors opened, and she stepped out, making a left down the hallway. Enzo shoved his hands into his pockets and followed behind her at a relaxed pace. He could already guess where this was going, and he found it entertaining.
They reached the kitchen, which was already bustling with activity. The air was filled with the scent of freshly baked pastries, sizzling meats, and the rich aroma of brewing coffee. Maids moved swiftly, their hands full of ingredients, while the head chef circled the space, inspecting dishes and giving orders to ensure everything was made to perfection.
