Braxton--Breakfast

I let Julia take a long shower and get dressed while I do the same, though my shower is much shorter than hers. I have the feeling that she doesn’t get a lot of time to pamper herself. I hope that she will find some soaps and shampoos in the bathroom that she enjoys. When she joins me in the dining room, the table is spread with all sorts of wonderful things to eat which I have had my cooks prepare. I’m not sure what she likes and what she doesn’t like, but I want her to have anything and everything she wants, even if it’s just a taste of each.

Julia’s eyes are wide as I stand and pull out a chair for her next to me. “All of this food just for us?” she asks as her gaze covers the table. Platters of fruit and pastries are set before us, as well as an assortment of meats--bacon, sausage, and ham. A large bowl of scrambled eggs looks light and fluffy. Pancakes, waffles, and biscuits are also available, as well as fresh orange juice, a choice of coffees, milk, and water. There are also pi