After going through my usual morning routine, I went to find Hugo. Fortunately, he briefly toured me last night — or rather, he pointed at the places of what was in the inn. So, I knew the way to the dining hall. He mentioned having breakfast at this time of the day.
When I was by the entrance of the dining hall, the chatterings from inside already tickled my ears. I peeked my head in, seeing a few more people already eating.
'Wow...' I awed. 'I thought we're the only ones in this place. I had never eaten with anyone aside from mother and father. Sometimes, Ashton will join because I would stubbornly not eat during my tantrums. And then... Hugo.'
Once again, my dinner last night with Hugo resurfaced in my head. I pursed my lips into a thin line, thinking that Hugo and I didn't just eat together. We basically shared the same food on the same plate and the same cutlery. I blamed his laziness for not using his arms.
