As soon as the Busches rose from their seats and moved towards the dining room, Daniel, noticing Ava's discomfort, placed a hand on her back in a gesture of silent support, although she was genuinely startled; it was evident that her nerves were on edge.
"Don't worry, sweetheart," he whispered softly. "You're doing great. Keep it up, and you'll earn heaven, I swear."
Nervously nodding, Ava attempted to control her emotions. She watched as the servants, at a respectful distance, began to move, guiding them towards the main dining room of the Busch mansion. The atmosphere seemed tenser than ever, and Ava could feel the Busch family's gazes on her as they moved forward.
The dining room was a masterpiece of elegance and luxury. The table was adorned with exquisite details, and the silverwar
