Bab 72: Claiming turf

Mara moved quietly through the house, her duties for the morning meticulously planned. She had risen with the sun, determined to fulfill her responsibilities as the mistress's maid even in this unfamiliar setting. The mansion was different from the usual grandeur she was accustomed to, but her devotion to her role and her affection for Zafron kept her motivated.

She swept the floors with practiced ease, the rhythmic swish of the broom a soothing backdrop to her thoughts. The scent of freshly brewed coffee mingled with the aroma of sizzling bacon and eggs, wafting through the kitchen. Mara had cooked a hearty breakfast, her mind occasionally drifting to Zafron. His handsome face, his warm smile, and the way he had looked at her the previous day made her heart flutter.