I skipped dinner that night, too angry to eat. I rushed to my room, collapsed on the bed, and stared blankly at the ceiling. "Why am I mad at him?" I asked myself. "I knew what I was getting into. I should be happy he is back to his old self." I comforted myself.

Just then, there was a knock at the door. I hesitated, thinking it might be Alex, but as the knocking persisted, I got up to answer it. To my surprise, it was Nora, one of the maids, carrying a tray of food. "Nora, what are you doing here?" I asked, staring at the maid in gratitude....