Chapter 109 Stay Hidden
- Vienna’s POV.
- I swear, if I see one more silver platter piled high with food, I might actually scream.
- It comes again this morning from the same silent servant, the same blank stare, the same ridiculous spread of roasted chicken, honey-drizzled bread, golden potatoes glistening with butter, a bowl of berries that looks like it was plucked straight from a painting.