A stout middle-aged maid knocked lightly on the door: "Miss Catherine, please come downstairs for a meal."
"I know." Catherine turned over, lazily replied.
"Please come downstairs for a meal."
"I know."
The middle-aged maid remained persistent: "Please come downstairs for a meal."
Catherine jumped out of bed, yanked open the door, and shouted angrily: "I know!"
The middle-aged maid remained calm, unwavering: "Please come downstairs for a meal."
"I..." Catherine's breath caught, and after a moment of speechlessness, she replied dejectedly: "I'm coming."
"I am waiting for you." The middle-aged maid bowed.
With the "accompaniment" of the middle-aged maid, Catherine slowly walked down the stairs.
Ever since she returned home, Lady Navarre had assigned her a new personal maid. This maid meticulously executed Lady Navarre's orders—never letting Miss Catherine out of her sight.
