Giselle slipped out of the room, the door softly clicking shut behind her. The hallway was quiet, morning light filtering through the windows.
She smoothed her clothes as she walked, still feeling the Chase's cologne on her despite how much perfume she sprayed on herself, when she spotted Amelia rounding the corner, balancing a silver tray with a steaming mug of coffee.
"Amelia," Giselle called, voice steady despite the turmoil inside. "Who’s that for?"
Amelia smiled warmly. "Good morning, Mrs. Giselle. Mr. Richard requested it. Black, no sugar, just how he likes it."
"Where is he?" Giselle asked, stepping closer, eyes on the tray.
"In his room, ma’am. Said he’d be down soon."
Giselle nodded, reaching for the tray. "I’ll take it to him. You go ahead and start on breakfast. Make it s
