When I arrived at the kitchen's dining area, I found my mom sitting at the head of the table. Even though it was the "modest" dining area of the mansion, it was a table made of the finest wood with seating for up to eight people. She greeted me, surprised that I was still awake, and asked about my late-night walk.
"It was fine, Mom. I just needed some fresh air," I replied after approaching her and giving her a kiss on the cheek. I sat down beside her, and one of the cooks placed a cup of herbal tea in front of me. I appreciated the gesture, and as I brought the cup to my lips, I noticed that the Butler, who didn't look like the typical butler, was standing behind my mother, about three steps away.
"You must know Bruce," Mom said when she saw the unspoken question in my eyes. "Just prete
