A Very Special Day

A few days later, the day before Derek's first social-circuit tour began.

“Now then, today's breakfast entrée is beef pilaf with crab, Master.”

“Uh, i-it looks delicious. But why are you...?”

The kitchen maids had all come down with bad colds. I can't help with the cooking, but I can handle everything from plating to serving, so I brought it myself.

I sat Derek, who'd just come out of the bath, at the table and laid out the breakfast I'd brought in while he was washing up.

The bathroom…… Why do my eyes keep wandering over there? No, no.

A maid's work should be graceful and impeccable.

With a gentle, graceful motion, I lifted a plate from the tray and set it in front of Derek.

In case I caused another accident, I made sure to carry it with my left hand, too.

I don't want to break a plate for no reason and ruin my mood...