Chapter 91
~Lisa's POV
When the morning bell rang, I forced myself up. I cleaned my face, dressed quickly, and tied my hair back. It was kitchen duty today. No one cared if I'd cried all night. I was still expected to show up.
The kitchen was already bustling when I arrived. The head maid looked over her shoulder and barked, "Lisa, you're late."
"I'm sorry, ma," I muttered, moving quickly to the counter.
Breakfast was being plated for the Alphas, toast stacked neatly in a silver rack, roasted potatoes golden and glistening with a light sheen of butter, fresh juice squeezed from oranges so ripe the scent floated in the air, eggs soft and fluffy, and strips of bacon cooked just the way they liked it, crisp at the edges but still tender in the middle. The smell was warm and mouthwatering, the kind of smell that usually made my stomach growl. But this morning, my stomach twisted instead, a tight, nervous knot forming inside me.
