The next morning came bright and soft. Savannah woke up late for the first time in a long while. The curtains were half open, and the sunlight made the room glow. She stretched slowly, feeling calm. For two weeks she had been in this house, and still, every day felt new.
She got out of bed, walked to the big mirror, and touched her stomach gently. “Good morning, little one,” she whispered. The baby moved a little, and she smiled. She still could not believe she was carrying life inside her.
Just then, someone knocked softly. “Come in,” she said.
One of the maids entered with a tray of food. “Good morning, ma’am,” she greeted with a small bow.
Savannah smiled shyly. “Please don’t call me ma’am. I’m not used to that.”
The maid smiled back. “But Mr. Adrian said we should treat
