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It was a holiday. The mansion felt unusually quiet, except for the soft echoes of footsteps padding down the stairs.
Rosa walked quietly into the dining hall, her presence almost ghost-like behind Lilia.
“Take your seat.” Lilia said gently, motioning toward the table.
Rosa obeyed her, sitting down quietly. Her eyes followed Lilia’s every move as she placed light dishes onto the glass table, toast, fruits, poached eggs and a cup of warm milk and many more.
“Your breakfast is ready.” Lilia chirped with a kind smile before turning back toward the kitchen.
Rosa’s gaze lingered on the table. She wasn’t sure if she was hungry but she knew she had to eat.
Footsteps echoed down the staircase.
Rosa turned her head and looked over her shoulder. Killian came into view, his ta
