"My lady, it has been three days since the cakes were bought and then thrown in the evening. If you do not like this flavor, shall I ask the chef to change the flavor or type?"
"It is not about the flower but the sender of the cake! Who knows what he had mixed in it!" she muttered under her breath.
"Pardon!"
"Ahem, I am not that fond of sweet food. So ask the chef to stop sending the cakes or any other food!" the eyes of the maid widened as the food was sent personally by the lord, denying it would be refusing his grace!
"But my lady.." Hazel raised a brow as she started the maid with a cold face.
"Are you denying me?" The words were more like a threat, for a second the maid felt it was Rafael who spoke them and she shook her head.
"No! No, my lady! How could I dare to.. I immediately go and do as you asked me!" she turned and left the room and Hazel sighed!
