Chapter 8: Picture

Margaux was busy making breakfast when suddenly someone spoke from behind.

“Why are you up so early?”

She jolted and almost burned herself, if not for a hand that quickly grabbed her wrist and stopped it from flailing.

“Careful!” her mother worriedly screamed.

Letting out a sigh of relief, she straightened her and apologized to her mother.

“I'm sorry, Mom. I was too focused on cooking, I was surprised with your voice,” she explained.

Felissa, her mother, gave her gentle smile, “It's fine. You don't have to explain. Just be careful not to hurt yourself next time, okay?”

Margaux's heart warmed as it had been a long time since she felt loved and cared for. She was glad that she came back to them without hesitation.

“Why are you even cooking for yourself? Did you forget that we have chefs here?” asked her mother.

Margaux almost tells her mother that it was her body clock that subconsciously moved. Her body was so used to waking up at dawn to prepare breakfast for Wilma. Fortunately