(Angela’s POV)
"Good morning, ma’am," the butler greeted, his deep baritone rising above the clatter of dishes. "You rose early."
"Earlier than him," I replied with a faint smile, adjusting the robe I’d worn to sleep as I stepped into the kitchen. "I’m so glad you’re here already, having you here will save me a lot of kitchen stress."
"Thank you, ma’am," the butler said, glancing briefly toward the hallway. "I always try to improve the service I give you and Mr. William. I came in earlier today to get a head start, I figured you’d both need a good breakfast."
“Yes,” I said a bit hurriedly, though I wasn’t entirely convinced William would have much of an appetite after the news from last night. Still, I was sure the kind of food that could coax him into eating, no matter the situatio
