Elaine
I woke up with the sunlight hitting my eyelids.
“Good morning, Ma’am Elaine, I brought you some hot coffee to help with your hangover,” Blaire said as she gently placed a cup with a happy face design on the side table.
“Please just call me Elaine, and thank you for bringing the coffee,” I replied, smiling. I sat up. My head still ached from all the wine I drank last night.
“I’m not used to calling people by their first names. I usually address the people I serve as ma’am or sir. It’s a habit.” Blaire handed me a wet towel.
I wiped my face, whe. I was done, she took the towel from my hand and pointed to the coffee. “Drink this before it gets cold. It looks like you drank too much last night,” she said.
I scratched my head because I couldn’t remember much of what I did last nigh
