Arabella stuck to her morning routine which usually ended in front of the mirror where the contemplation of the pendant resting on her chest was done.
Though unlike every forenoon before that, the young woman had dragged her feet, taking every action with much less heart. Considering the news she'd received the previous day, her lack of life was no shocker.
As it was customary, Ada pushed the breakfast trolley inside after acquiring permission to enter.
"Good morning, Miss," the maid had immediately picked up on Arabella's state and thus sounded unhappy herself.
"Morning, Ada," the young woman stood in place, only looking at the maid through the mirror facing her, "Thank you for the breakfast, but I am afraid, I am still not feeling any hungry," she offered an apologetic grimace that resembled a smile, but only distantly.
