The light passing through the glass window of my room wakened me. The room was so cold triggering a headache. I pulled the comforter to cover my face from the light. There's no way I will leave my bed at this rate. I tried to go back to sleep, but my aching head and tummy did not allow me.
After 3 knocks in the door, I heard someone's footsteps coming inside my room. That person tries to be discreet, so I presume she's one of the housemaids. I got up from bed to look at that person.
"Ma'am!" She looked shocked when I gawked at her. Do I look that horrible?
"Good morning. What is it?" I sat properly in bed as I tried to look for my pair of slippers. This head of mine feels like it's about to blow up.
"Madam Camille called earlier to ask if you already had breakfast. I don't know how it
