BAILEY
I don't know what I was expecting, but a gentle knock from a maid telling me that breakfast was served downstairs wasn't on the list. I had gotten used to Welwyn serving me breakfast in bed even though I sometimes yearned for it to Hallowell.
Welwyn seemed to have become too scarce since he escorted me back to my room after the attack on yesterday. I didn't even get the chance to tell him about Camilla and how sure I was she had started the rumors about me.
I exhaled, releasing the troubled memories from my mind, I needed to push those thoughts to the back of my mind. I needed all the concentration I could muster today, I didn't want to crumble under the weight of their questions in court.
I had to be fully prepared and that meant a healthy morning breakfast. Maybe that was the
