Song Recommendation: Majesty by Peruzzi
Delia sat on her bed, munching quietly on her meal. Sally stood next to her, smiling at her decent appetite.
Delia then gazed at him, "Mr. Sally—"
"Sally will do, mistress".
"Mr Sally!" She ignored his wish, taking a sip of her juice. "Were you aware of the fact that those were marriage papers?"
Sally grimaced, looking down, "Unfortunately I was, mistress. I apologize", he bowed.
Delia shrugged, sniffing softly as she rubbed her nose, "It's okay. You were probably told to keep shut, I understand".
Her eyes were still red from her tears, staring down with a gloomy look. Sally then cleared his throat, "But mistress?"
"Yes?" She looked up, then finding it surprising that she was already getting used to being called that.
"If you don't mind me asking, why exactly are you upset about the marriage? You loved master, didn't you?"
