FIVE: YOUNG MASTER XAVIER.

“Good morning.”

Replies were mumbled as Elaine made her way to one of the empty chairs on the dining table.

It was few minutes past seven am and the whole Xavier family was already seated in the dining, having breakfast. It wasn’t something she considered extraordinary when she worked as a maid but now that she had to join them on the table to break their fast that early morning, it sure felt weird and abnormal.

“Good morning, Elaine,” Frank finally replied Elaine in the loudest voice. He dropped his cutlery next to his plate, watching her as she made her way then sat in the farthest seat from him. “Come on, move closer. You don’t have to seat so far away, don’t you think?”

It was Elaine’s turn to mumble as she stood up. She lightly raised her head, scanning the dining. Frank sat at the horizontal centre of the dining table with his nephew, Dominique seated right next to him having his breakfast in silence. By his side, his son and though Elaine preferred not to think of him as su