Betrothed To The Mafia Lord novel Chapter 9

Sofia’s POV

“Matilda, Mrs Ricci has been waiting on you for a while now.” Sarah, the housekeeper admonished the young woman who just walked into the kitchen. The said woman footsteps slowed down as soon as she spotted me sitting by the counter.

“Oh it’s fine, Sarah. I don’t mind.” I quickly added once Sarah was done admonishing the Chef, Matilda. And also because I didn’t mind waiting here in the kitchen for the chef to arrive since for one, I didn’t have any else to do and forcing down a cup of coffee while exchanging a few, polite words with Sarah was way better than me sitting on my own, doing nothing.

“Hello, Mrs Ricci. I’m so sorry I took so long, the laundry wasn’t dried off yet so I thought I could wait there until it dries off finish, because I thought you’d still be in bed, tired from all the stress from the wedding ceremony, and your wedding night–” Matilda choose the moment to mention my wedding night when I was about to force down another mouthful of coffee, which made the coffee go down the wrong pipe that finally resulted in me choking and coughing on the counter while Sarah and Matilda watched wide eyed.

“Matilda!” Sarah smacked Matilda’s arm and I watched as Matilda’s eyes widened in horror for a second before she started apologizing immediately.

“Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry, ma’am. I didn’t mean to come off as rude or nosy, the part about your wedding night which was none of my business and it just slipped out of nowhere, I really am sorry, ma’am.” Matilda started to apologize and each time she mentioned my ‘wedding night’, my stomach was always tightening up nervously and guiltily.

Sarah offered me a glass of warm water and I accepted it gratefully and quickly swallowed a little down, to wash the rest of the coffee away from the wrong part of my lungs.

“It’s fine, Matilda. It really is.” I finally answered Matilda on a small sigh and she thankfully stopped apologizing.

At last.

“I really am sorry, ma’am.” She said again after a few seconds, a guilty expression on her matured but flawless looking face.

Whelps, spoke up too soon.

“Please refer to me as Sofia, and like I said, it really is fine.”

“Oh, no, I can’t do that, ma’am. Can I do that?” Matilda mumbled the last part to Sarah who was currently mopping the few drops of coffee that had spilled during my coughing and choking fits.

“I guess, it’s what the mistress wants, we have to do as she pleases.” Sarah replied with a small shrug of her shoulders without glancing up.

“Oh, if that’s what you really want then, ma’am Sofia.”

I shook my head with a tiny twitch of my lips, “No ‘ma’am’, just ‘Sofia’.”

“Noted, Sofia.”

“So what would you like for breakfast, m- Sofia?” She paused and glanced at me before proceeding to list a variety of a thousand dishes that she could perfectly prepare, and all I had to do to get one of those dishes for breakfast was to request it.

“How about waffles?” I asked and she hesitated before continuing.

“Are you sure that’s what you want? You can request for something that isn’t as basic as waffles if you really want it, you don’t have to think about putting me to any trouble seeing as this is my job, and it is my job to go to any ‘trouble’ just to prepare you what you want.” She tried reassuring me while probably thinking I had only requested something as simple as waffles because I didn’t want to put her through unnecessary stress.

She had no idea I had requested for waffles because that was something I was used to eating, and probably the only food I could stomach now without throwing up.

“Yes, Matilda. Not to worry, I’ll keep in mind what you’ve said and would most definitely request for whatever I want, whenever I want it since you’re here to prepare it.” I started to say and watched as she nodded her head immediately before confirming again.

“So, waffles? Just waffles?”

“Yes, thank you.” I answered and stretched out my arms on the counter.

“It will be ready in a few minutes.”

And she proceeded to prepare the said waffles, the familiar, soothing smell clouding the whole kitchen some time later.

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Sarah ended up taking me on a tour of the whole house once I was done forcing down the food. Matilda had unreasonably heaped my plate very high, making me wonder where she wanted me to store that huge amount of food in. I only ended up stomaching a few of the waffles before giving up forcing it down when I started to feel nauseous.

Matilda had not looked happy when she saw the amount of leftover food on my plate, it looked like I had barely eaten a piece of the food, the crestfallen look making me feel guilty for a fleeting moment.

I’d have eaten more if I could, but I couldn’t because my stomach said ‘nope’.

Sarah and I, along with Matilda who looked like a woman in her early thirties, started the tour right from the kitchen. We stopped at the dining room first and I noticed how sophisticated and sparkling, clean and beautifully expensive everything looked. The dining room was widely spaced and there was a huge television on the wall directly facing the long table which was surrounded by lots of identical chairs.

We left the dining room and went into the food store, a door which adjoined the kitchen. The store contained lots and lots of food, and more ovens. There was small sized transparent glass jars which contained different kinds of seasonings and preservatives. There were some bigger cupboards in the store as well, in which lots of grain food was safely stored.

We left that place and headed into the second and last adjoining door which led into the kitchen and I wondered why there was any need for another whole different room here in this kitchen.

The door led into… a freezer.

No,