MAEVE'S POV
I knocked twice on the Luna's doors before I walked inside.
Theresa was clearing away the breakfast tray when I sauntered in. She gave me a quick glance before lowering her head, trying to make herself inconspicuous.
"Good morning, Theresa," I greeted her good-naturedly. Then, I turned to Lydia.
As expected, she looked sour. Pale. Hateful. She especially looked pissed to see me.
I ignored her anger, forcing my tone to sound chipper.
"And how is my favorite patient doing today?"
A question like that was sure to piss Lydia off further—and I was counting on it. She ignored me completely and turned to Theresa instead.
"That'll be all, Theresa. Take the rest of the morning off."
"Yes, Luna." The maid bowed quickly and hurried out of the room, taking a basket of linens with her.
