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 napkins.

Each item was set with precision, creating an inviting breakfast setting.

After making sure everything was perfectly arranged, I took a final, satisfied look at the table.

The meal was...