21: Hardest Acceptance

LUNA'S POV

The scent of fresh baked bread flooded on my nose as my feet stepped on the stairs. That kind of smell was not normal in our house, knowing that I'm the only one who enjoys bread in this house.

All the maids were standing on both ways after the staircase. They were smiling widely at me while the puck between my brows got deeper.

What the hell is happening? The sun just rose up for them to be this weird.

My jaw dropped when the realization that we had more maids than I thought hit me. When you measure the end of the staircase to the door of the dining area, it will be more than ten feet long.

Wow. Our house has never been this huge for me until now.

The smell of bread got stronger when the doorway of the dining area was just a foot apart from me. Our very first maid, who also stood like my parents, approached me holding a paper bag.

"Ma'am Luna," she greeted. The corners of her eyes suddenly became red, her lips were trembling.

"Why? What happened, Nanny Rose?" The thought th