8

Standing on the garden path under the canopy of the trees, I cast anxious glances at Martha and Maxim standing at a distance. I felt extremely uncomfortable and why hide it - I was ashamed in front of Maxim. And the day started off so well...

I woke up much earlier than planned, however, this was to be expected after yesterday's events. It was also disturbing that Martha had not said yesterday what I would do. Assistant is a very vague concept.

However, for a long time I was not going to, the rumbling stomach urged on and forced the torment out of my head, because yesterday there was only breakfast from meals. She ran into the kitchen, going to make herself a couple of sandwiches.

But it was not there. When Mira saw me, she made me spin, sincerely assuring me that I looked great. She sat down at the table, fed and handed over a still hot, amazing bun with berry filling.

Having met me, Martha, like Mira, examined me approvingly.

- Well, a beautiful young woman, - she said with satisfac