Isadora could only hesitate for a few seconds before she pulled her hands away from the chair and moved closer to where he was seated at the end of the table.
Pulling out a chair, even as she took in the smell of him which was strong enough to make her wonder what cologne it was.
Silently, Isadora sat down at the table, prepared to serve herself, only to hear a servant move closer to her and slowly begin to serve her according to what she pointed out.
Dante was silent, but instead of Isadora being relieved by this, she wasn't. All she wanted was to finish eating and leave. The food had just been served and the male servant who had attended to her had just disappeared when she saw Berta—the same maid who had woken her up—enter with a tray in her hands.
Placing the cup of tea beside her, bowing her head and turning around to leave.
Isadora thought nothing of it, but it soon became clear that Dante thought different as he suddenly opened his mouth to speak.
