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Chapter 8

“Good morning, ma'am.” Isabella's voice floats into my dream the next morning.

I yawn and stretch a bit, opening my eyes to see her standing in front of my bed with a food tray in hand.

“Good morning,” I smile back at her, looking at the tray in wonder.

Who had sent her, and why?

Neela stirs in deli...