INDY
My stomach growled then. Right—I hadn’t eaten for a day and a half!
I tiptoed carefully until I arrived at the kitchen. Fortunately, Rome wasn’t there. I don’t think I can handle his presence at the moment. My heart was still racing from our interaction in the car.
However, the head cook, Remy, was there, and she jumped in surprise the moment she saw me.
"Lady Lucindabella—”
“Indy,” I cut her off. “Call me Indy from now on.”
“Indy,” she muttered, trying out the word with her tongue.
I smiled at her, making her speechless for a moment. “Yes, Indy. Thanks for calling me that.”
She cleared her throat and looked away, appearing dazed. “Is there anything you need, Lady Indy?”
“I’m hungry,” I said.
Her eyes widened. “Lunch is not due for another hour. However, I can cook
