"Madam."
"Madam."
"Madam, what are you doing?"
Eve snapped back to her senses and looked away from the mirror. She had been deeply engrossed in decorating her face that she didn't notice the maid's presence.
"Hey, Camila. Do I look good?"
"You look great, Madam." The maid had on a small frown. "Are you going somewhere?"
"Yep." Eve rose to her feet and picked her bag up from the vanity table. "I'm resuming work today. Is the breakfast ready?"
"Yes, the breakfast is ready." The maid nodded. "But you aren't well enough, Madam. Are you sure you can go to work in this condition?"
"Why not?" Eve dropped both hands on her waist and twirled around. "Don't I look as fit as a fiddle? It has been almost a week now. If I didn't recover, wouldn't you question my resilience?"
Besides, Ethan ha
