"Am I… hallucinating this?" the maid from last night whispered, blinking rapidly before rubbing her eyes just to be sure.
"I doubt it," another maid murmured, completely dumbstruck. "But all I'm seeing looks perfectly normal… somehow."
Normal—except for the sight of Daniel, their cold, intimidating master, patiently coaxing his wife to take another bite of scrambled eggs. He even fed her with a gentleness none of them knew he was capable of.
That morning, when everyone woke up, dread had settled heavily in the servants' chests. No one knew what Daniel's mood would be like after the dramatic scene from last night. They all quietly feared his stoic and terrifying demeanor would be worse than usual.
But the moment they entered the mansion, they received an unexpected instruction:Prepare breakfast in the open pavilion—Master Daniel would be dining with Madam Anna.
That alone made everyone exchange baffled looks.
