Arabella Vanderbilt sat up from the bed.
She sniffled, feeling...
This illness didn't seem to be going away anytime soon.
"Sorry for hogging your bed."
"No need to apologize, it was bound to be yours sooner or later."
"..."
Joel Russo stood up from the sofa, feeling a vague throbbing at his brow.
He silently curled his lips.
This illness was almost conveniently timed.
"Get up, let's go downstairs for lunch."
"Hmm."
(´•ᵕ•`)*
The two of them ate very little for lunch.
Nanny Richardson couldn't hide her distress.
"What's with this? How did both of you fall ill one after the other?"
"You had small appetites to begin with, and now... watching you eat would drive the farmers who grow the food to desperation."
Nanny Richardson's first statement made Arabella's face flush with embarrassment.
Joel Russo's eyes held a smile that belonged to Alexander Watson, leisurely enjoying the woman's current demeanor.
