Maid To The Three Mafia Kings

Chapter 24: Chaos In The Kitchen

Breakfast at the mansion that morning was a spectacle no one could have predicted. The entire staff watched, stunned, as Evan Moretti—yes, a freaking Moretti—helped the maids serve his brothers. Then, whispers about Aidan's drunken outbursts and his altercation with Ethan rippled through the kitchen.

As Millie and Clara moved through their tasks in silence, Andrea buzzed with theories. Her voice filled the kitchen, dissecting the events and weaving elaborate narratives about Evan's motives and Aidan's outburst. A shared glance passed between Millie and Clara, both amused and exasperated.

Just then, Sheila entered the kitchen, her presence momentarily silencing the flurry of whispers. Andrea, seizing the opportunity, piped up, "So, Sheila, what do you think is going on? I mean, Aidan drinking early in the morning...clearly something's up. Is it about Marionne? It must be..."

Millie perked up, hoping for any crumb of information about the mysterious Marionne.

But Sheila shut down the speculation with a firm, "The Moretti brothers' personal lives are none of our concern, Andrea. Our focus is on providing excellent service, not gossip."

Then Mr. Jameson arrived in the kitchen and told Millie she would be switching quarters and sharing with Clara.

"Awesome!" A delighted squeal escaped Clara, and the two girls giggled excitedly as Mr. Jameson left.

But this news didn't sit well with Andrea, who shot Millie a venomous glare. "Convenient," she spat at Millie. "Seems like your sneaking around at night has finally paid off."

Clara bristled, her eyes flashing with fury. "What are you accusing her of?" she demanded, stepping protectively between Millie and Andrea. "You just can't stop yourself from shoving your nose in everywhere, you nosy little—"

"Little what?" Andrea cut her off, a haughty look on her face. "Did you just call me a name, Clara?" She turned to Sheila. "She just called me a bitch."

"She didn't call you a bitch, Andrea," Sandra spoke up. "What's wrong with you?"

"Why me? I didn't call anyone a bitch," Andrea pointed angrily at Clara. "She did."

"Well, I didn't, okay? I wanted to because you can't seem to keep your nose out of other people's business, but I didn't," Clara's jaw clenched.

"Enough!" Sheila boomed, her voice cutting through the escalating argument.

"Andrea, let it go," Sandra soothed, placing a calming hand on her shoulder.

But Andrea ignored her. "Why me? I didn't do anything wrong!" she shrieked, pointing an accusatory finger at Clara. "She called me a bitch!"

"Enough!" Sheila barked, her voice slicing through the tension. "Both of you, stop it!"

The commotion ripped through the kitchen, drawing the attention of every cook and staff member within earshot. Their eyes widened with morbid curiosity as they gathered around.

"Andrea, you're crazy!" Clara spat.

"Crazy? Or maybe I just see right through you?" Andrea sneered. "You slept with Carlton, didn't you? You used him to get to Mr. Jameson so you and Amelia can be roommates!"

Millie watched in horror. "Wow! You've finally lost it, Andrea," she muttered, shaking her head.

Andrea's sneer deepened. "Oh, yeah? Well, truth hurts, doesn't it, Millie? You and your precious best friend have been sleeping around with the staff here, and now the whole kitchen knows."

The onlookers gasped and shouted as they scrambled forward, a tangled mess of limbs and panicked voices. Some tried to pull the two women apart, while others shouted for them to stop. Millie found herself caught in the fray, desperately trying to reach Clara and shield her from Andrea's wild swings.