Breakfast
Irena's POV
I woke up rather late the next day, and I woke up hungrier than usual. I brushed my teeth, changed into a plain white T-shirt I found in the wardrobe, wore a pair of shorts, and headed out of the room.
As I came out of my room, my nose was hit with the smell of scrambled eggs and bacon and steak. It was a combination of different scents and my stomach growled in response. I was so hungry.
I walked into the balcony where I and Alexey had had lunch and nearly salivated at the array of delicious and delicious breakfast meals.
Charles was placing a plate of hot steak on the table.
"Good morning Charles," I greeted cheerfully.
" Good morning Miss Irena," he answered with the blandest expression ever.
" These look delicious," I said excitedly, sitt
