"Knock! Knock!"
A servant tapped discreetly on the door, breaking the intimate moment and their intense eye contact. Sara was quick to open the door and saw two maids standing there, each holding a tray laden with covered dishes.
"Madam asked us to serve dinner to both of you in the room," one of them said respectfully.
"Please, come in," Sara replied, stepping aside to let them pass. The maids efficiently set the small table with bowls, utensils, and fragrant food. Once they finished, Sara thanked them warmly and watched them leave, securing the door behind them.
"Take a seat," Sara instructed, lowering herself onto the sofa by the table. "Can you use your injured arm easily? If not, then I'll feed you."
Sara was already settling herself when Luca made his way over and joined her.
