ISABELLE'S POV— 101

The door opened, and I gasped loudly. My heart almost jumped from my chest, and I dropped the knife I was holding, staring at Ayn, who barged inside.

"It's it! It's here!" She says, taking out a pamphlet. Her hand slowly drops as she stares at the knife on the floor. "What were you doing?" Her eyes streaked.

"U—uh? Oh!" I whispered a sigh, my heart still trying to calm down from the panic I almost had.

"You weren't—" she pauses, and I look around, curious to hear what she has in mind. Murder? Is that it?

"You weren't eating something sweet, were you?" Ayn spat, and I smiled so wide that my eyebrows raised.

That's why Ayn is different from other maids I have. A loud laugh escaped my throat, and I picked my knife, walking to pull out the apple from under the bed. The ones Leonard snuggled for me. He said it was the one we usually ate back in Lakes. He said it would be good for my baby, I enjoy it, and he is thoughtful.

"Oh! I knew it! I knew you were eating— something sweeeet—" her fade