Legs folded over each other as she settled into the warmth of the high backed chair in the dining room. Napkin was lifted off the table beside her covered food as she set it over her legs. Carlisle stepped up as she settled the napkin to remove the cover and then moved the few steps away to remove the cover off of Marcello's breakfast before disappearing into the kitchen. Although Carlisle was not the chef he was the butler and was worth his weight in gold.
Both her own and Marcello's head dropped before the food as a quiet prayer was whispered. Despite her evil intentions and her chosen lifestyle she was still a devote roman catholic. Crossing herself, she lifted the fork and cut into steaming egg yolks. She ate mechanically, it wasn't the most delicious food ever, since she had to watch her weight but it did fill her up. Marcello's of course was the opposite, steak, eggs, potatoes, so much starch and red meat to keep his muscles well fed. It was only when his fork was set down and Carlisle appeared with a newspaper for Marcello and Coffee and tea for Rosalie that they began to speak. He quietly cleaned the dirty plates from the table. Carlisle finally retreated to a stone like position beside the far wall, his gloved hands folded in front of his stomach waiting with the patience of a saint.
"Have you found anything out on that woman? Roxanna De Luca?" Newspaper was shaken and then extended down the table as she scanned over the headlines. Hazel eyes flickered to Marcello as he had bypassed the news section to focus on the sports section for the moment.
"Nothing of interest yet, my princess, it's all very basic, nothing that would send up any red flags. Although when Christian wakes, I will have a talk with him about what exactally that woman can do. " Marcello looked down the length of the table at her, a pair of reading glasses set on his nose. Rosalie felt her heart give a wild little splutter as he peeled them off slowly to the side. That one motion always drove her wid.
"Please make sure you get all the details from him. Shapeshifter can mean anything, she did say that she was able to turn herself into Christian and that he enjoyed it, thought it was a "hoot." If she can do that, she can be very, very useful. And from the sound of it, she would enjoy getting into the business." Rosalie had to shift her gaze back to her newspaper as Marcello gave her that boyish smile that sent her heart flipping over itself.
