When Olga came sometime in the afternoon to take back the untouched breakfast, Laura was just waking up. “Ah, you’re finally up. Should I bring you a fresh breakfast? This won’t do.” She pointed to the cold food on the trolley, her smile as radiant as ever. “Hmm… It’s okay, I think I’ll just have coffee for now. Thank you, Olga.” “As you wish.” She was about to turn to leave then added, almost as an afterthought, “Master Kayne wanted me to inform you that he won’t be home for supper tonight. Would you still like to eat at seven?” “He won’t?” Laura asked, a little too loudly. “No, Miss Spencer.” “Oh… Yes, seven will be fine, thank you.” Laura could barely disguise the disappointment in her voice. He had never missed supper since he had brought her to the house. She used to dread it.
