Early in the morning, inside the dining area, I was having my breakfast with Iris and Natasha on the table. The clanking sounds of colliding silver and ceramics, coupled with the noises of our munching mouths, created a calm symphony in the room.
There were only five people staying in this villa, and we mostly did not give regard to formalities here. Even though she was a servant, we actually did not mind her eating at the same table as us.
In addition, Natasha usually follows every one of my orders, no matter the complexity or difficulty. Moreover, as a former noblewoman, she graciously demonstrated more elegance and manners on the table than us, so we did not have any complaints.
