~HUNTER'S POV~

Dinner was quiet, just the way I preferred it. No chatter, no distractions. The roast was cooked perfectly—tender, rich, seasoned just right.

I barely looked up from my plate as I muttered, "This is good."

The head maid, standing off to the side, offered a small smile. "Celine prepared the meal tonight, sir."

My hand froze mid-cut. Knife and fork clinked softly against the porcelain as I set them down. My eyes shifted to my right.

Celine. 

She was already beside me, ...