House of Romano. || M.R · Y/n story by @pixelslutt

The Romano mansion sat at the edge of a winding hillside road, its iron gates’ spikes casting long shadows in the late afternoon sun.

Emma

You're slow with that knife, principessa. Speed matters in this house.

Emma—forty-ish, sharp-eyed, with silver-streaked hair pulled into a tight bun—gestured at the pile of vegetables in front of Y/n.

Emma

But you're learning. I'll give you that.

Tina

strolling in, scooping a piece of chopped pepper from the cutting board She's learning, all right. Learning how to catch the boss's eye.

Emma

shoots her a warning look Tina.

Tina

What? I'm just saying. He's never had a girl in the kitchen before. Usually they're in the east wing, doing other things.

A heavy silence followed. The other women—Margret by the stove, Elizabeth at the counter, Becca at the sink—exchanged glances that carried weight Y/n didn't yet understand.

Margret

calmly stirring a pot Fettuccine is almost ready. Someone go tell Marcus the family will eat in twenty minutes.

Becca

wiping her hands on a towel I'll go.

Emma

No. eyes land on Y/n You go.