MAYA'S POV
BLACKWOOD ESTATE
I arrived at the estate a little past nine in the morning and got off my father's truck parked by the side gate. The staff members helped the workers haul crates of bread inside. Becca met me at the entrance, a sweet smile already spreading across her face.
"Right on time," she said, then pulled me in for a quick hug before waving the truck driver through toward the kitchen. "Come in. Open the gates so he can park in."
We walked back to her room together, and she shut the door behind us. I lay softly on the bed; it's Becca, after all. I can be myself around her. She lay right beside me, and we turned to each other, all smiles.
"What's going on, bread girl?" she giggled.
"A lot. We hardly even talk during the week," I said.
"Yeah, I know, we're not suppose
