Jessica
The small talk I had with Rafaela is enough to lift my mood up. The words she told me gave me reasons to at least try and stop trying to fill in myself with pessimistic thoughts.
Now that I am fully dressed in my causal wear of white shirt and black shorts, Rafaela and the others blow dried my hair before allowing me to go downstairs. Now that I am here, we are currently having our late breakfast—and for Alexander, he is sitting beside me, just reading his office works on his tablet.
“Do you like the food?” Nine asked after placing down a mug of hot cocoa beside my plate. I looked at him and his white apron made him look like a husband material.
I smiled and picked up the mug just after he took a seat across Alexander. “You’re good with handling meals.” I complimented before t
