CELESTINE’s P O V

As I walked into the dining room, I noticed that Julian was sitting at the table by himself… eating the bread that I had made.

‘‘Celestine…’’ he greeted me with a grin before waving his hand and motioning for me to come closer to him.

‘‘Hey… where’s Mr. Maxwell?’’

‘‘He went back to their room. He said he’s going to wake up Aunt Olivia…’’ he responded as he took a bite out of the piece of bread in his hand. ‘‘This is so good! The most delicious bread I’ve ever tasted…’’ he said and shoved the last bite into his mouth, then picked another one.

‘‘Do...