There were toasts, salad, omelet, juice, pancakes, and various choices. Nathalia sat quietly and enjoyed her breakfast. Though she was still trying to recall what happened last night and somehow she felt a bit guilty, she tried not to show it.
Spencer glanced at her many times, but she kept her eyes on her plate and paid no attention to him deliberately. Finally, seeing how she enjoyed her breakfast innocently, Spencer let out a sigh and asked softly, "Would you like some honey for the pancake?"
Phew. He is finally talking to me now. That means he's not angry anymore—all good. Nathalia thought, relieved. She turned to look at him with a smiley face, "Yes, please." The morning sun shone through the clean French windows, and light fell on the sweet young couple. One mischievous and pretty, the other loving and handsome.
