ASTRID'S POV.

“Seems good enough; you can leave now,” I instructed the maid who had assisted with preparing breakfast. She gave a polite nod and exited the room, her soft footsteps fading down the hallway.

I began arranging the breakfast, carefully dishing out my portion as well as Dane’s.

Once the plates were ready, I moved over to the dining table, ensuring everything was in its place: the jugs of juice and coffee, the cups, cutlery, and neatly folded ...