CHAPTER ELEVEN

Don’s POV

I wake up before Nala as usual, get dressed, and prepare to take her to school after breakfast. I take my place at the dining table and ask the maids to make pancakes, Nala’s favorite, according to the information her friends had given me. The maids start baking, and I wait patiently for Nala to come downstairs.

“Morning” she sings cheerfully, expressing the happiness she always has with her friends. Why can’t she be this free and happy with me?

“Morning,” I reply, realizing that she has only taken notice of the maids and not me. Her mood changes to that of terror when she sights...