Harper heard a knock on her bedroom. She buried herself under the blanket. “Miss, you should eat your breakfast.” Lydia, the maid in her house, spoke softly. “I don’t want to eat, Lydia! Tell dad to bring me back to New York if he didn’t want to see me die here because of hunger.” Harper said. “I think it would be a pity if New York lost one of their best ballerinas only because of that,” Adam said. Harper then sat up on her bed, and she saw Adam with Lydia standing at the door. Adam is the one holding the tray of food in his hands.
“Adam!?!!” Harper got off from the bed and hurriedly ran into him. She hugged him tightly on his waist like a little monkey. “Whoa! Slow down, princess…” Adam said while lifting the tray higher. “Can you give us a moment, Lydia?” Adam asked politely at her. L
