DALA
Morning came rather too quickly, and I barely slept a wink, not with Arya’s outburst still playing repeatedly in my head. Regardless, I had no choice but to start my day, though wondering if she was still mad at me.
There had to be a way I could make it up to her. My phone buzzed on the nightstand beside me, ringing while my aunt’s name was displayed as the caller. She was relentless with her calls, and I ignored every single one of them. I turned my phone off and pulled myself out of bed.
Serving breakfast was my responsibility, as always. It didn’t feel like I was just Arya’s maid for some reason, but I didn’t mind. This family clothed and fed me, and I was suddenly in college. It was only normal for me to try to do right by them.
The smell of eggs and toast filled the grand din
