Annette entered the dining room to find a steaming plate of stir-fried vegetables, alongside a small risotto of potato and rice, garnished with a sprig of coriander and thyme.
Alongside the main plate, was a tall glass of mint lemonade, and a saucer of cucumber slices.
In another tall glass filled with water, was a single white rose, with a note pinned to it.
Curious, Annette carefully detached the note.
"Captain Hawkins and I will finish our dinner and join you, I hope you like the lemonade. It is all right to like pretty things. Bon appétit - Mikaela," read the note in an elegant cursive script.
"No, Mikaela. You're wrong. This is a prison, no matter how you slice it," growled Annette, crumpling the note.
She grabbed the tall glass that held the rose, went to the kitchen and tossed the flower into the trash, before she drained the water in the sink, and with a lot of self-control, forced herself to carefully put the glass away instead of smashing it.
