Emilia had woken up as early as six the next morning, to arrange the foodstuff she'd bought with Madame Dolores the day before. She'd asked the housekeeper to take the day off.

Emilia was currently in the pantry, supervising the arrangement of the new supplies. Shelves were filled with fresh ingredients—new sacks of flour, jars of spices, bottles of oils, and crates of vegetables and fruits. The pantry was now stocked with items she’d personally chosen. At least, this way, she would be able to monitor what he ate. The chances of him getting poisoned now was slim to none, and it filled her with a lot of joy.

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