It'd been two days since what happened with Nikolas. She'd wondered if he was okay, or if he even went to the hospital. But she couldn't seem to call him. Yet her heart was worried for him.
Swallowing, she grabbed her phone and stepped out of her room.
The four maids who'd returned to work since her arrival back in Maison De Vesta deeply bowed to her.
"Good morning, Ms," they said in unison.
Viviana offered a smile. "Good morning. How is your daughter, Caliste?"
The red haired maid quickly beamed, responding, "My daughter is very okay, ma'am. Thank you."
Another maid asked, "How would you like the bath? Warm or very warm? And would you like bubbles?"
"Very warm and yes of course, bubbles would be nice."
"May I ask what you would like to eat?" The maid in charge of the cooking stared inquisitively.
Viviana's expression dropped slightly. What would she like to have…? What did she enjoy? She felt she didn't know anymore.
"Madam?"
