~Aria~

After I lay in bed, exhausted and my tear glands dry from shedding so much tears, a maid knocked and asked me what I wanted for dinner.

“I'm fine. You don't need to make dinner for me,” I told her.

An hour later, I heard another knock on the door.

I sighed, annoyed at the stubbornness of these maids.

Fine, they wanted to make me feel better and were following orders but it was getting annoying at this point and making me uncomfortable!

Ready to give them a piece of my mind, I charged out of the bed to the door.

“I clearly said I don't want—” I flung...