I made a beeline straight to the kitchen. The mouth-watering aroma of dishes wafting across the kitchen permeated my nostrils. Instantly, my stomach growled in hunger, reminding me I hadn't eaten anything yet. Grey was temporarily forgotten; breakfast was all I could think about for now.
A young female servant saw me and gave me a polite smile, which I responded to with equal warmth. “What would you like to have for breakfast, Miss Lily?” she asked as she washed her hands in the sink.
“I'll have a vegetable sandwich, yogurt, and a glass of milk,” I replied shyly. I wanted to help her prepare my breakfast, but Isabelle was with me, so I could do nothing but watch. I still wasn't used to the idea of having a servant prepare breakfast for me, but Mom and Dad made sure I was well taken care
