Milana
After freshening up, I go downstairs and meet Annika and Viktor having breakfast. He has already cooked. “Good morning, Milana.” Annika smiles at me, and I wave at her, muttering a good morning. Since Viktor has already cooked, I think I should go upstairs, as I'm not feeling too well. My stomach is hurting, and I need some rest.
I turn to leave when Viktor's voice jolts me, and I immediately turn to face him. “Where are you going?” he asks me, and I slowly clear my throat.
“I'm going upstairs. I need to rest. I'm not feeling too well.” I tell him, slowly wrapping my hands around my stomach, which is beginning to ache so much. Fuck, I need to get my pills.
“Sit, " he utters, pointing at the chair near him, and my eyes widen in confusion. What is he saying? And what does he mean by “I should sit?” It's his dining table, and I'm just a nanny. I've never sat at this table, and I don't think that it's appropriate for me to sit there.
“B…b…but y…yo…you..”
“Sit, Milana. Join us
