"Breakfast," Valentina answered quickly, grateful for the interruption and the escape it provided.
Marco cleared his throat. "Uh… Luca won't eat it,"
Vee descended the stairs with a small, knowing smile. "Oh, I told him already," she replied lightly. "He might hate Val's guts, but she is family. His words… not mine." Vee reached her side and gently took her hand. "Come," she said warmly. "We'll talk while we cook."
"I'll clean this up real quick first," Valentina said, gesturing toward the shattered glass and spilled coffee on the floor. The remnants of Luca's mug.
Vee nodded appreciatively. "But be careful," she replied gently.
"I will go check with the guards. Get an update," Marco said as he moved toward the door.
"Marco?" Vee called after him.
He paused and turned, one hand resting on the doorframe. "Yeah?"
"Take a break. Get some sleep," she said softly. "You just got back from Italy. Just pick any of the rooms upstairs."
