Chapter Twelve
Brea managed to sneak back into her room without notice well before anyone else had arisen after such a late night of festivities.
“Good, you’re up early.” Neeve’s shoulders relaxed when she stepped into the room.
“And that’s a source of relief for you?” Brea liked to tease her maid. It loosened her up so she acted like a normal person.
“Normally, you’re like trying to wake the dead, and then you’re an ill-tempered child until I get some tea in you.”
“If you could just send someone out for coffee, we wouldn’t have this problem.” Brea would give anything for a decent caffeine boost.
“If you could tell me what coffee looks like, it would be much easier to find it.” Neeve bustled about the room readying Brea’s clothes for the day.
“It’s heaven in a cup.” Brea threw her h
