"Nazareth…" My foamy finger was scratching underneath my eye area, where a pesky loose eyelash was making my life an itchy hell. "Nazareth!"
"Madame?" Nazareth came running into the bathroom with a stack of towels in her hand. She was a very nervous girl, I wonder what that was about. Definitely nothing to do with me yelling her name more than once.
"Can you please go downstairs and check if breakfast is anywhere near ready? I don't want it to be cold by the time my friends get here."
