Chapter 90: Headstones

LUCREZIA

My forced smile immediately melted away as soon as I walked out of their private meeting. I shut my eyes as I clutched the tray of tea tight as I await the servant behind me to leave and close the door behind us.

“Madame, let me carry this tray for you,” I offered, placing the empty tray I was holding before at the bottom of my tray which perfectly fitted well.

“Thank you, I’d go and brew them some coffee.” I muttered nicely to her with a smile without showing how dejected I actually felt.

I brewed their coffee without any help. When Letizia and I were little, my father loves to ask me and Letizia to brew coffee for him and his men whenever he had visitors or when he’s having a meeting with someone and we were around.

It’s my father’s way to give me and Letizia a chance to eavesdrop in their adult conversation and steal some idea on what they were talking about.

Sometimes, my father would be so daring and he would ask us about what we think about their plans or on their