Happy looked up in surprise.
Standing before her was a beautiful maid with glasses, her dark hair pulled back in an elegant bun.
Her expression was composed, but her eyes were warm and kind.
It was Portia. She'd noticed Happy eyeing the treats and had been moved to help.
She held out her tray, which was laden with beautifully decorated cakes.
"Do you want one?"
Happy's mouth watered at the sight. The cakes were so pretty, so perfect, with swirls of cream and glistening fruit on top.
But then reality crashed back down.
She shook her head, forcing herself to look away.
"No, no, it's alright, Big Sister." She fidgeted nervously with her hands. "I'm a maid of the Fulham family. I'm not allowed to indulge in treats like this. They're only reserved for nobles."
She looked up with watery eyes, forcing a sad little smile. "So it's alright. I don't need anything."
