"Can I get some garlic butter? I prefer my soup with it." She asked her, raising her eyebrows a little.
"I know. They were in the oven when I came upstairs, they will be here in a minute or two." Lillian replied to her calmly with her stoic face.
Stella nodded her head before dipping her spoon back into the bowl.
A little while later, maid entered the room with a plate in her hands. She placed it quietly on the folding table, next to her soup bowl. As the scent of the freshly baked garlic bread entered her nostrils, Stella felt her hunger acting up. She looked at the retreating back of the maid and stopped.
"Do we have more soup left? If yes, can you please bring me another bowl of it?" She added meekly as she tried to tuck the stray lock of her hair behind her ear but stopped when she saw the IV line move a bit.
"Give me five minutes, Young Miss. I will bring it over." The maid uttered humbly before heading out of the room.
