Containment Of Secrets

Chapter 25

(Saige's point of view) 

The next morning, I was shaken awake by the same maid from the day before.

"Miss." She calls out.

"Hmm?"

"Miss, you must get up. Breakfast starts at 7 am sharp. It is already six in the morning, and you are not even out of bed."

I open my eyes, sitting up as I do. I could see a little bit of light peeking through the window. I look back over at the clock across the room. Sure enough, it read six in the morning. I get out of bed, walking over to my suitcase to find my robe. I shrug it on, tying the strings at the end to keep it together. I put my matching bedroom slippers to go with it. As I near the door, I hear a gasp from behind me. I turn around, facing the maid. She had one hand over her mouth.

"Miss Masters, where are you going in such attire?"

"To breakfast, of course."

"Yes, but-."

"But what?"

"You can't go in that. The king and queen will be irate."

"How must one dress for breakfast?"

She smiles and replies, "Leave that up to me. You go ahead and wash up; I'll find you something to wear."

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The maid leads me toward the dining hall before parting ways with me, "Have a good morning, Miss Masters."

"I hope you do as well. Hey, what's your name?" I ask her.

"Gertrude."

"Thank you, Gertrude. I am very grateful for your help."

"The pleasure is all mine. Now, you must not wait a second longer. The king and queen will be having a fit."

I nod my head, entering the dining room. Geroge sat at the head of the table reading a newspaper, while Lasslyn and Adaline exchanged small talk with each other. I take the seat I had sat in the previous night. Lasslyn's eyes travel over to me before she glances over at the clock.

"Good morning, Saige. I see you have made it to breakfast on time with five minutes to spare."

The clock rings out, signaling it was officially the 7 o' clock hour. I looked across the table to see that Abel's seat was still vacant. Lasslyn scowls before giving Geroge a look, "He truly is your son; he cannot even make it to breakfast on time."

George looks over his newspaper at her, narrowing his eyes, "If I recall, your father was late to our wedding. Abel definitely took that from your side of the family. Also, I do believe it was your mother who was late to the hospital for our son's birth."

Lasslyn rolls her eyes. She sips something from her floral print teacup. Adaline struggles to hold back laughter, as I do all I can in my power to ignore the little quarrel before me. It was just then that footfall could be heard just right outside of the dining room. Abel appears in the doorframe of the dining room. He was dressed very nicely this morning. He made his way into the room to take his seat across from me. His eyes homed in on me as if we were the only two in the room.

"It's about time you made your appearance." Lasslyn comments, setting her teacup down. She folds her arms in front of her as she observes Abel.

"I'm sorry to have kept you all waiting. In all honesty, seven in the morning is quite a ridiculous hour to wake up for breakfast. Why don't we move it to an hour later?"