NOVARIA’S POV
A few hours after Sylvester left the mansion, I began to realize something very important.
I was starving.
At first, I ignored it completely. Not only because I didn't want to bump into strange faces, but mostly because I had become ridiculously invested in the cartoon playing on the television.
What started as “I’ll only watch for five minutes” somehow turned into several full episodes, and before I knew it, I was sitting cross-legged on the couch completely focused on animated characters arguing over pancakes.
Honestly, I blamed Sylvester.
If he hadn’t turned the cartoon channel on in the first place, this wouldn’t have happened.
Still…The longer time passed, the louder my stomach became.
I stubbornly refused to admit I was hungry for nearly an hour before finally g
