~Ioana~
With a soft thud, Vivian gently set the jug filled with water on the table.
But froze when she noticed the frown marring my lips.
"Is something the matter, Madame?"
She asked tentatively.
I shook my head but paused. 'Why should I endure it?'
"Vivian…" I called out to her.
"Yes, Madame?"
"Replace the table… looking at it spoils my appetite…"
"I'll do that right away, Madam—"
At this time, someone rapped on the door. We both froze still.
It was slow and powerful, knocking only thrice before stopping. I and Vivian shared a glance—mine full of inquiry and hers trepidation. Her fingers shook, intensifying when I asked,
"Vivian, did you tell the kitchen to bring us more cookies?" Tilting my head to ask.
"N-No, Madame," she stuttered. "I also wasn't expecting anyone."
For so
