Marla
I watched as Beta Gary and Crystal settled into their seats at the dining table, the morning light casting a warm glow across the room. The aroma of freshly prepared breakfast filled the air, mingling with the soft murmurs of conversation as the servants went about their tasks.
As the servants began to serve the meal, I couldn't help but feel a sense of anticipation building within me. Today marked a crucial step in our plan, and I was eager to see it set into motion.
But just as the first dishes were being placed on the table, Lucia, one of the servants, spoke up, her voice carrying a note of concern.
"Miss Maurice doesn't want to eat and says she wants to sleep longer," Lucia reported, her words causing a ripple of unease to spread through the room.
I felt a surge of satisfact
