Damian’s POV
I was still sitting in the living room, lost in my thoughts when I heard soft footsteps approaching. I looked up and saw Eloise coming out of the kitchen, carrying a tray of food.
The rich aroma hit me even before she got close. It was Lira’s favorite, creamy mashed potatoes, grilled chicken, and that vegetable sauce she liked.
Eloise held the tray with steady hands, carefully heading toward the stairs.
I stood up and met her halfway.
“I’ll take it,” I said, stopping in front of her.
She blinked, surprised. “You want to give her the food?”
“Yes.” I said and took the tray from her gently.
Her eyes searched my face for a second before she smiled knowingly. “Alright, sir.”
As I turned to go, I heard her whisper, “She’ll love it.”
I walked slowly toward the stairs, with
