Alex’s P.O.V. At night, I come home, my thoughts still a mess from everything that happened with Stella at basketball practice. I can’t get her out of my head, and it’s driving me insane. As I pass by the dining room, I hear voices. It's Stella’s voice, and I stop. She’s sitting at the table, but she’s not alone. One of the maids is there, wobbling slightly as she tries to serve Stella her dinner. “Are you okay?” Stella asks, her voice filled with concern. The maid, looking pale and unsteady on her feet, gives a weak smile. “Yes, ma’am. I’m fine.” “You don’t look fine to me,” she responds, pushing the maid’s hand away from the serving dish. “I’ll serve myself. You need to take a break.” The maid shakes her head. “No, ma’am, it’s my duty—” Stella cuts her off in a firm but kind tone. “I’ve got it. I’m used to doing things on my own, anyway. And besides, I think you haven’t eaten dinner yet—that’s probably why you’re feeling dizzy. Come on, sit down with me and have something to e
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