Isabella sat across from her, her eyes brimming with a quiet, rare joy as she watched Olivia eat with an uncharacteristic, ravenous appetite. It was a sight so entirely foreign that the maid couldn't help but marvel at it in silence.
Feeling the weight of the gaze, Olivia paused, lifting her eyes from her plate. "Hmm? Is there something on my face?"
"No," Isabella replied softly, a genuine smile tugging at the corners of her lips. "It is just... it's beautiful to see you actually eating like this. Normally, I would have to stand over you and practically force every single bite down your throat. But now? You are devouring it without a single word from anyone. In fact, what exactly are you eating?"
Olivia looked down at the dish before her, the words stalling in her throat as she sank into the depths of a memory from just an hour ago.
Not even an hour had passed since he was standing right here, in this very room.
