Lillia
After spending time basking in his marvelous bathroom, I finally make my way downstairs. All the way downstairs, it’s like four and half flights of stairs. I can’t believe I ran up all of these yesterday.
The woman who opened the door for me last night is waiting at the bottom.
“Miss Lillia, I’m Raven. I’ll take you to the dining room for breakfast.” She sounds professional but I can hear the grumpiness underneath it.
She leads me down the wide hallway and through a large archway. The dining room is huge, and its table could seat at least 20 people. Lincoln sits at the head of it, reading something on his phone while munching down on a big plate of food.
“Come, sit here, Lillia.” He says, gesturing to the seat next to him without looking up.
There’s a row of servants in matchi
