A loud thud filled the dining hall when the duke smacked the table. His eyes darted at the lady who was serving him food. The duke couldn't understand why the lady had to do a servant's job when he had many of them in the mansion.
"What do you think you're doing?" Damian asked with his knitted eyebrows. He could no longer look at the lady's eyes after seeing her trying hard to do something she shouldn't. "I'm asking, what the hell are you doing?!"
The duke raised her voice when nobody answered. He left his seat and approached the lady, who seemed to panic. "My guest shouldn't be doing things like this," he mumbled, wiping the soot off the lady's face.
"Don. Donovan!"
The red-haired butler stepped forward with his head low. "Yes, Your Grace."
Damian frowned at the butler's response. He was expecting him to explain what was happening and how the lady ended up as the server instead of a guest in his mansion.
