82: A-game Breakfast.

The look on the Butler's face was almost enough to convince me of the sincerity of Mac's confession the previous day, I watched him with my brows raised as he approached me with a small smile—the very first of its kind.

Father had left with Mr. Ashen as soon as we arrived, so it was just I who was being led inside, which made me wonder why he bowed his head even lower than before.

Did the news get out that fast? Did Mac mean it, or was it merely a statement that he made?

I didn't know if he was capable of being good and genuine, I didn't know if this was all some ploy he had meticulously skimmed.

The look of the house was getting familiar because I no longer stared at the expensive chandeliers in sight as I walked, instead, I focused on where I was being led to.

As I was guided into the grand dining hall, my eyes widened in awe at the sight before me. The room was more luxurious than any other I had seen before, mainly because it was a dining room.

Its walls were adorned with ta