Sofia’s POV

“Dinner’s ready Sofia, and I made it super fluffy like you requested.” A voice started to echo from the entrance of the sitting room, and I turned my head around to stare at the entrance, where the familiar voice of Matilda had rang out from. She stopped dead in her tracks as soon as she landed on my face, and she breathed out a deep breath, with her hand clutching at her heart dramatically.

“Oh, sir… I had no idea you were here all along, pardon me.” She ...