Emilia’s POV
“You learn quickly, Emilia,” Eileen said, eyeing me in my maid’s uniform.
“Veronica taught me some etiquette and cooking,” I replied, letting her scrutinize me without resistance.
It had been a week since I arrived at the palace, but everything felt like it had happened just yesterday. I lowered my eyes and handed the items in my hands to Eileen.
They were small honey cakes I had baked, topped with fresh blueberries. The creamy frosting gave off a pleasant, sweet aroma.
“These little treats look delicious. The Princess will like them,” Eileen said with a smile as she took the plate from me.
“It’s my honor,” I replied humbly, keeping my head down.
Eileen seemed pleased with my response. She nodded and quickly left the kitchen, leaving me alone in the room.
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