"I am sorry," I said to Florian, reaching to cup his face. "I wanted to make something for you."

He nodded slowly. "So why are you fighting with a maid? You can just have her escorted out."

I bit down on my lips. "I am sorry. I let my jealousy take over for a minute."

He didn't reply but raised his eyes to the maid that was still standing behind us. I turned to her too, my eyes wide, my chest heaving hard as I watched her.

"You heard me the first time. Leave."

"Sir, please. I beg of you. I was simply cooking porridge for you and..."

"Don't let...