“Good morning, Madam. What would you like for breakfast?”Having a cook and an army of maids was unnecessary. They are even wearing uniforms that are quite fashionable. She couldn't help but feel out of place.“Please call me Belle. I'll only have bread and I can prepare that myself. Thank you.”“No need for that, Madam Belle. I will do it for you.”She opens her mouth, ready to clarify things here in this mansion, but Nikolai beats her to it.“Two french toast and two cups of coffee. A teaspoon of sugar and creamer. Thank you, Dania.” He went straight to the table, not even granting Belle a glimpse. “You're making them more uncomfortable if you prepare the food yourself. Let them do their job, Isobelle.”He still hasn't changed. He's still acting cold towards her after their conversation. Gone was the kind and considerate Nikolai. Something inside him snapped and now, he wouldn't even meet her eyes when he talks to her.
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