What a busy day today, everyone is running somewhere, doing something. No other way than the king of another country should arrive, everything was already too perfect around. Servants in their formal clothes, girls in starched aprons with expressed concern on their faces.
Mrs. Rose, by the way, I never found, this woman is surprisingly elusive when she is really needed. Jenin, too, seemed to have fallen through the ground. I had no desire to stay locked up, so I went to the kitchen. Surely there are a lot of goodies there now, I'll take one, no one will notice.
Previously, I could come to the cook at any time of the day or night and, as if by magic, he would get a cake for me, delicious and fragrant. The memories caused me to salivate. There was not enough sweetness in the blood.
