Kaira's POV.

The dining room was nothing short of breathtaking. Golden lights glowed softly over the long marble table, and the aroma of rich, mouth-watering dishes filled the air.

I sat quietly, my eyes darting from the gleaming plates to Damian and then to the chief maid.

Before me were trays and bowls covered with silver lids, each holding the promise of something delicious.

I blinked in awe, unsure if I was allowed to touch anything yet, because I could hardly hold it in, and my stomach ...