At that moment.
Bonnie had been sent by the head maid to deliver afternoon tea to Young Master Sam on the second floor.
She was carrying a tray of exquisite pastries.
She couldn't help but swallow hard.
The silver dessert tray gleamed with a soft light. The aroma of macarons mingled with the fragrant steam of hot black tea, and a pure gold teaspoon clinked gently against the cup's rim, producing a crisp, clear sound.
Even though her treatment as a maid was better than that of the other marriage candidates, it was still barely enough to sate her hunger.
Only the young masters and ladies of the manor were worthy of enjoying such exquisite refreshments.
Just as Bonnie entered the bedroom, fighting back the rumbling in her stomach, she found Sam sitting not far away, playing with his toys.
