The two made their way to the mansion's kitchen. Pushing through the large double doors, the sound of clanging pots and hurried footsteps filled the air. The kitchen was bustling with activity.
Chefs in uniforms chopped vegetables, stirred pots, and plated dishes while maids moved about, carrying trays. The aroma of freshly baked bread and sizzling bacon wafted through the room.
No one seemed to notice their arrival, too absorbed in their tasks. Enzo stepped forward, adjusting his tie. He cleared his throat loudly, and instantly, everyone halted, their heads snapping towards him in unison.
Adeline's jaw dropped as she stared up at him. "What the fuck was that voice? It sounded like a damn thunderstorm!"
A smirk adorned Enzo's face as he looked down at her, coupled with a cheeky wink. "Just commanding some attention. What can I say? I'm just too good at it." He gestured toward the rows of chefs and maids who were still frozen in place. "They're all yours."