"You insist on having the kitchen prepare food for all three meals. Today, it's finally come in handy,"
Dora said with a smile. "I'll just wait outside, then. Mr. Martin, Miss Serena, if you need anything, just holler."
Serena never imagined that during her unconscious spell, Martin would have the kitchen make her share, hoping she'd wake up.
At that moment, Martin scooped up a spoonful of broth, gently blew on it to cool it, and brought it to her lips.
Serena hadn't eaten in days, and with the first taste of the broth, she realized how wonderfully flavorful
it was!
She had grown accustomed to the lavish feasts at the Collins household and couldn't remember the last time a simple bowl of broth tasted so good.
Had the Collins family starved her for so long that she had forgotten the taste of plain food?
Or had she indulged in delicacies to the point where she had forgotten the straightforward flavor of broth?
