CHERRY

KIRA

These bloodsuckers really know how to eat because I have never seen a breakfast quite like this.

Breakfast is supposed to be butter toast and eggs, at least, that’s what my mum used to make. Nothing like this. The breakfast table spread across the hall, covering the expanse of the room. Five chairs, dripped in the finest gold, were positioned at different angles. In between them were foods and drinks of all varieties :toast, eggs, salmond, grapes, apples, wine, bagels, sausages,  oranges, baguettes, hell there was even pizza.

I could have sworn there was a mini water fountain on the table.

I didn’t even get this much variety when breakfast was delivered in my room.

“Woah,” I said in awe.

“I guess you can say we like to feast,” Emily said with a wink. She pulled out a chair for me to sit just in time for the servants to come from the nearby kitchen, bringing in more food. Even before the takeover,