As usual, when I walk into the dining room, everyone is already sitting and waiting for me so we can start eating together—just as if I were truly a part of their family.
The little girl, Mika, always greets me with a hug, just like today. After she goes back to her seat, I go to mine. The chairs are red and comfy, but still suitable for a dining room. The plates, bowls, spoons—even the knives—are made of silver. The knives resemble butter knives, though they're sharper. Not sharp enough to kill someone, of course.
For breakfast, there are boiled eggs and a few other dishes.
As soon as I finish eating, I head out without saying a word, and Hellen follows behind me.
Since the day James' best friend visited us, something inside me has felt unsettled—something that makes me worried and stirs up strange emotions. I've never been worried about someone before, and I never thought I was capable of feeling something like that. But either way, it's not like I'm worried about the Marquis family.
As I walk through the hallway beside the garden, I spot a cat—the family's pet. Hellen once told me her name is Maya.
She's an adorable silver cat.
I kneel down and gently pat Maya. Luckily, I didn't have to wear those short, annoying uniforms today, so I just wore a skirt that covers my knees, a shirt, and a tie. Hellen forced me to wear the tie. It makes me feel like a gentleman.
I hate it. It's suffocating.
I get back up and make my way to my room. "Two hours until the picnic," Hellen reminded me.
As I enter my room, I throw myself onto the bed. After a while, I get up, put on my black high heels, and go to Dan's room.
It's been about a month since I started training him. Now, he can walk. He's still slow, but he can do it.
I usually take him on walks. When the Marquis and Marquess found out, they both started crying. The Marquess even hugged me. It made me kinda uncomfortable, but I couldn't push her away—it would've been extremely rude, and I hate rude people. I don't want to become one of them.
The strange part was that, as she hugged me, I felt something unfamiliar. Aside from the warmth of her embrace, it made me feel safe. I've never felt safe. Not even near my real dad.
To be continued…