EMILY’S POV.

The next morning, my head thrummed like lots of instruments were playing in it. I stumbled out of bed, and groaned. I needed something to help my headache.

My sweatshirt was still stained with pepper from the salmon, and I wondered why I hadn’t taken it off. I went to the kitchen to get some lemon tea that could help, but the maids had no lemon tea, they only had coconut water. It helped a bit.

“Here. Eat this before the family comes around for breakfast.” Kaye said, handing me an omelet with veggie.

“Aww, you’re so sweet.” I said, picking it up, and digging my teeth into...