It took Vera, Vale, and Elias an hour to pack up everything they'd set up in the massive Corleone kitchen. The once-organised space now felt like a battlefield of scattered props, cameras, and half-unpacked ingredients.
According to Sofia and Bianca's snide orders... relayed through a servant... the helpers who had assisted them earlier weren't allowed to lift a finger now.
"Misses' instructions. We're not to help you," the servant had said, shrugging before disappearing. So, the three of them were left to handle it all alone. Vera grumbled under her breath as she dismantled the camera tripods, folding them carefully into their cases. "This is ridiculous. We come here for a collab, and now we're treated like intruders."
