Amora’s POV
I walked downstairs as night fell. I was very hungry and wanted to eat something.
My gaze immediately fell on the array of dishes laid out on the dining table.
Amber, noticing my arrival, immediately bowed respectfully. “Is the lady ready for dinner?”
I nodded. But instead of heading to the dining table, I walked over to the refrigerator. I took a glass of cold water and some fruit I’d cut up earlier.
“Who did you cook all this for?” I asked in surprise.
“For you, Ma’am. I heard that you like to eat a hearty dinner, especially noodles. So I prepared everything,” Amber replied honestly.
Hearing that, one of my eyebrows shot up. “From whom?” I asked, popping a piece of fruit into my mouth.
“From the lady’s mother. One of the maids from there came by and gave me a list of
