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Kiara's pov:

The next day, breakfast wasn't anything out of the ordinary as I was yet to receive the best news ever. I sat opposite Eric, observing patiently as the head cook served the dishes diligently.

She wouldn't dare to make a tiny mistake as not only her job was at stake but her life included. Eric treats servants like trash, like a bunch of useless garbage destined to be discarded anytime.

The round table clothed in brown linen was filled with different varieties of meal courses.

I grabbed a fork, carefully cleaning it with a white napkin beside it. Slicing the warm omelet into half, I chewed with eyes closed allowing its tenderness to bless my buccal cavity.

A cold silence engulfed the dining area, with only I and Eric present, each doing justice to the meals served.

I chewed silently, avoiding eye contact with the stern man at the other side of the table. Meals with Eric were always boring. No unnecessary convos and strict table manners.

My heart skipped as Eric suddenly cl