The servant handed her a soft towel, and Sophie Sullivan wiped the cold sweat off her face haphazardly.
Her entire body felt weakened, her sleep gown soaked with cold sweat.
She put down the towel and muttered, "What time is it?"
"It's already 5 p.m., Miss Cecilia Branford. You've slept for eight hours."
Slept for eight hours…
The quality of her sleep was terrible; her mind was still muddled.
She rubbed her forehead and lifted the silk quilt to get out of bed.
"I'm hungry…"
"Dinner is ready in the kitchen downstairs, Miss Cecilia Branford. You can go down for your meal whenever you're ready."
Sophie Sullivan nodded, then went into the restroom to wash up. Afterward, she took a simple, white dress from the wardrobe and put it on.
Her long hair, like seaweed, hung lazily to her waistline.
Her floor-length dress swayed as she moved, its hem dancing gracefully.
Under the servant's guidance, she took a seat in the Restaurant.
