Gianna’s POV

It was evening already, and my stomach had been growling for the last hour. I wasn’t about to beg anyone for food. Not after the way Asher had looked at me earlier, like I was something he’d already thrown away. Fine. If he wanted to play cold, I could play colder.

I pushed through the swinging door into the kitchen. The first scent that hit me was fresh bread cooling on the counter. A couple of maids were still working, wiping down surfaces and stacking plates. They froze when they saw me.

“Miss Gianna,” one of them said automatically, dipping her head. The other echoed a second later,...