Ophelia's POV

Jessica brought my breakfast the next morning at one o'clock in the afternoon. I had slept in after the events of the previous evening and had been utterly exhausted.

When I finally woke up, I felt much better and was famished. I gratefully accepted the heaping platter of bacon, scrambled eggs, toast and coffee with a grin. The heavenly aroma of freshly cooked bacon made my stomach growl loudly, and we both laughed upon hearing it.

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