The mug was still on the counter, I noticed it the moment I walked into the kitchen, still in my night robe, hair loose and my eyes barely open, it was exactly where I left it a few hours ago.
“I could have washed it.” I scolded myself and sighed, picking it up and dropping it in the sink, wondering why there wasn't any maid in sight. Other than the mug, the kitchen was spotless.
The time was barely 6am, and although I'm not one to wake up so early for a meal, somehow I found myself in the kitchen, craving hot tea.
Calling a maid to fix it could have been the solution to that, but that would bring about a level of suspicion from Nate, and that was something I was avoiding.
At least not yet.
I moved around the kitchen carefully enough not to disturb the mansion… you know that feeling w
