The Secret Passage

Elizabeth’s POV

My stomach growls.

I chuckle, rubbing my hand on my tummy. “I know, baby.”

I step back into my—the—room and close the door behind me. I head into the bathroom, brush my teeth, and soak myself in the bath for about fifteen minutes.

I then walk into the room, dry my body, sit before the dresser and rub cream all over.

After I’m done, I walk into the closet and choose a set of comfy Burberry sweatshirts and joggers. I smile to myself in the mirror and head downstairs.

The aroma coming from the dining table fills my lungs as soon as I reach the foot of the staircase.

My stomach growls in response to the enticing invite and I shuffle my feet into the dining area.

The dining table is long—the longest I’ve seen in my over twenty years on earth. Is this a common room or something? Or a palace? Damn.

Right above the long dining table is a stunning crystal chandelier. I ogle at it—it’s so mesmerizing.

The moment I tear my gaze away from it, my eyes land on the breakfast o