Lake's first order of the day was going grocery shopping. He was fine with the clothes he had for a couple of days, and he could always do the laundry.
He was back with his haul late in the morning, stopping to have a quick breakfast.
He had stopped at a bakery on his way back from the grocery store to grab some freshly baked cinnamon rolls and chocolate-filled bread.
After his filling, warm breakfast, he got busy putting away the groceries before settling down to watch a movie.
There was so much time to himself that Lake didn't know what to do, he felt like a flower under sunlight in the rays of the afternoon sun spilling into the living room.
This freedom he had now was one he never wanted to lose.
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Matilda sat for lunch at the head of the grand table in the main dining room, fantasizing about when she would be pulling the strings.
