Chapter 19: Want to know

*Jane*

I leaped off the bed and settled into the seat Mara had prepared for me.

"Delicious," I exclaimed, my gaze fixed on the food. I was certain that, just as I was craving supper, my stomach was also eagerly anticipating it.

I reached my hand toward the bowl but left it suspended there, with no intention of taking anything. As my hand lingered in the air, the blush on my face was quite oblivious.

"Ma'am, aren't you going to eat your meal?" Mara inquired, looking curious.

"Mm," I murmured, unsure of what to say. Yes, I hadn't started eating, and it was because I felt somewhat uncomfortable eating in front of someone. She was right there with me, so how could I eat properly?

I rarely eat in the presence of others. Most of my days in the past were spent alone, having my meals. While my uncle and his family dined together as a big family in the dining room, I always felt like the odd one out.

Reflecting on this now, it stirred an odd feeling within me. Am I just weird, or was I being..