An hour later, I come back up and do my extensive morning routine as usual, but I find myself staring a bit too long at my reflection in the mirror, my gaze lingering on my frame. It was no where near that man Tyr showed me last night. Realising what I am thinking, I shake the thoughts away.
I put on my clothes and walk out, holding the empty macaron box. When I enter the dining area, Catarina says, "Good morning, Sir."
I see her gaze linger pointedly at the box. I hand it to her. "Good morning. Throw this away for me, will you?"
Catarina looks like she wants to ask a question about the now-empty box, but she keeps her mouth shut and takes it.
