Chapter 24

In just a few short minutes, she was back in the dining room looking down at a spread of hot buttermilk pancakes, bacon, ham and eggs, fruit, freshly brewed coffee, and a selection of freshly squeezed juices.

Her eyes widened in awe.

"Is this all for me?" she asked Marcel.

"Yes, Miss Chelsea, and Mr. Brown left a note for you." He pointed at a white envelope placed on a small silver tray beside her plate. Her name has been written in cursive in the middle of it.

"Is there anything else you require, Miss Chelsea?"

"No, Marcel. That will be all. Thank you. And please, just call me Chelsea," she said with a warm smile.

He nodded and left me for her breakfast. She sat down slowly and gazed again at the array of breakfast items in front of her, but soon her interest returned to the envelope.

What could Dave have written in it? Bastard. She thought.

The nerve.

Minutes later, she found herself devouring a lot more breakfast than she anticipated. Not eating much last night has apparen