Rosé sat at the edge of the long marble dining table, her hair tied in a loose knot, her silk robe swaying softly as she picked at her food. The morning sunlight flooded the room, casting a golden glow across the silverware and crystal goblets.
Alessandro sat across from her, dressed in an open white shirt and black slacks, sipping his espresso while going over the logistics for the wine shipment.
But then Rosé wrinkled her nose, pushed her plate slightly away, and held a hand to her mouth.
He looked up immediately. “What’s wrong?”
She frowned, staring at the plate. “Your eggs... I don’t know, the smell is just… it’s making me nauseous. Like I’m going to throw up.”
Alessandro's brows pulled into a tight frown. He said nothing at first, but quietly stood up, walked to the hallway, and
