(Author's POV)The sun stranded through the window, brushing against her skin, but Jemima’s eyes stayed shut.She groaned softly before stretching her body, surprised at herself. It was the first time she’d slept this deeply since what happened between her and Davis. That's strange and shocking. She shrugged it off, maybe because she changed environment and even slept in a luxurious mansion.When she finally sat up, she looked up to see a group of maids standing in her room--one by the wardrobe, another holding a tray of breakfast, Mina among them, and a couple more lined up neatly.“Good morning, Mrs. Greyson,” they chorused, bowing at once.Jemima smirked, then let out a small laugh. “It’s Jemima. I told you all yesterday to address me by my name.”“Mrs. Greyson, would you love to have breakfast or—”“Granny, please,” Jemima cut in quickly, looking at the oldest maid, “you don’t have to respect me that way. I’m old enough to be your granddaughter.”“I’m sorry, Mrs. Greyson, but you
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