Neglected Limits

5| Rejected Bacon

Bianca

"Bianca Gatello svegliati!" Someone with a high-pitched voice said.

I turned over under the silky blanket and kept my eyes closed.

"Aye yai yai, this ragazza." the voice mumbled. I shifted to my side, and suddenly the covers were snatched from me and a blow of cold wind wrapped my body. One minute it was dark and warm, the next I was cold and the curtains were being pushed to the side.

I opened my eyes to see my maid walking around my room opening every window and cleaning up the room.

"Finally, you sleep like the dead." She said speaking English with her Italian accent.

"And you still woke me up." I said. I grabbed my phone off the side table, but before I could even see the screen it was taken away.

"How many times have I told you, devices in the morning are bad for you're health." She said pointing her finger at me and her brows furrowed.

"Whatever Mara." I said and sat up in my king sized bed.

"Guarda, I finally got the blood out of this thing." She said showing me a now clean leather jacket. She walked around the bed and went into my closet.

Mara had been with me ever since I was five. She was roughly around Mama's age, but probably a couple years younger, and she had always been like a mother to me. She'd seen me develop my skills, go on my first mission and stayed with me the whole day when I had a fever.

Some would say that she was more of a mother to me than my actual mother. But those judge mental assholes didn't know the amount of work and responsibility Mama had.

Mara grabbed the rest of the clothes and put them in my closet as well.

"Can you tell me at least what time it is." I called out to her.

"No, the only thing you need to know is that you are late." She said.

I furrowed my eyebrows. "Late for what? The next meeting I've got is at ten." I said.

She came back from the closet and patted her orange hair back to smooth it out. Then did the same for her simple white uniform.

"Your Papa made a change of plans and wants everyone down in ten minutes for a family breakfast." She said.

My eyebrows raised up even more. "A family breakfast?" I asked. "Che diavolo?" 

"Aye who care about hell? Get ready now, I don't want to be yelled at by him." She said giving me a look.

I rolled my eyes. "Like I've ever let that happen." 

She shrugged her shoulder. "Non si sa mai." You never know.

***

We sat at the dinner table for breakfast. Pancakes, Brioche, Biscotti, and lots and lots of bacon filled the entire table. Everyone dug in, Diego who was sitting at my right grabbed a plate of biscuits, Claire who sat in front of him layered her pancakes with chocolate syrup, and Gabriella sat in front of me picking at her fruit salad. 

Papa sat at the front of the table pouring black coffee from a pitcher, while Mama sat across him offering some berries to Claire.

"So how are the wedding preparations going." Papa said in his bold and loud voice.

"Fine." Gabriella replies.

Mama lets out a sarcastic laugh. "No no, not fine at all. She wants the reception to be a yellow theme." She said. "Yellow." Mama repeated in disbelief.