Cilla’s POV

As I had feared, James did not give up so easily. After eating, he went out without a word to me. I felt relieved, thinking he had taken it smoothly. I continued with my work normally. Mila and I collected all the dishes and took them to the kitchen. This time, it was my turn to wash while Mila went to clean the dining hall. I was very tired but I managed to wash all the plates. Grace was busy cooking some weird smelling herbs. I was happy that she had decided not to speak to me. She was singing some weird folk songs I had never heard...