Abigail took a bath, watched her hair, and let it free. She put on a short and a strapless shirt, she made her way out of the room and to the kitchen. She wanted to prepare breakfast today, she felt the overwhelming urge to prepare breakfast for her husband. Husband! The word sounded foreign on her lips suddenly and she blushed like a young girl in love.
Abigail chased everyone out of the kitchen, the old maid and the servants too. She did not want any distractions from them, she locked the door and locked herself inside the kitchen to prepare breakfast. It had been long since she last prepared something for anyone to eat.
The servants and the old maid stood outside in panic, "Won't the master cause another scene as he did previously? Is this going to be another awkward moment in the mansion? The miss and master getting into another fight." One of the servants whispered to her friend standing beside her, they had witnessed the scene that happened a few months ago.
