" A woman is dangerous when armed with beauty and a sense of humour, as she becomes irresistibly attractive." - Alfredo Cano ♥
The life of Kristine La Cartier couldn't get any more interesting, but when she and her sisters attend the most prestigiou...
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𝓚𝓻𝓲𝓼𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓮
Knock knock
My eyes flew open. I groaned while I turned to look at the time on my bedside table clock, it was 9:30 am.
I must've been quite tired.
Knock knock
I peeled the blanket off me, pushed my legs off the bed and walked towards the door. Once I reached it, I looked through the peephole. It was my butler. I pulled open the door.
"Good morning, Ms La Cartier", he chuckled at the end when he saw me yawn and I covered my mouth with the back of my hand as I did.
"Good morning." I smiled. My eyes drifted towards the large gold tray he held in his hands. "What's this?"
"Somebody ordered you breakfast miss", he said with a sly smile.
I narrowed my eyes at him. "Who?"
He shrugged his shoulders with that smile lingering on his lips. Then, I realised he was still holding that heavy tray of food.
"Oh sorry! Here let me take that." I reached out for the tray.
"I can leave it on your desk miss."
"It's fine. It's a tray of food, I can manage", I said and he passed me the tray of breakfast goods.
"Have a nice day miss", he said in a lightened tone.
"You too."
He gave me one last smile before turning away to walk down the stairs. I balanced the tray in one hand while I closed the room door.
I walked back to my bedroom - stepped outside into the large balcony and placed the breakfast tray on the outdoor glass coffee table. Fortunately, it wasn't very sunny - I could have my breakfast out here. My eyebrows furrowed. Who ordered me breakfast?
On the gold tray, there was a plate of stacked mixed berries pancakes, a plate with a croissant and cinnamon bun on it. A plate of bacon and eggs and a bowl of fruit salad. But what caught my eye was a rolled-up piece of paper placed by the edge of the golden tray. I took the paper and untied the gold ribbon. Once I untied it, I unrolled the paper and my mouth opened ajar in awe.
On the piece of paper was a sketched drawing of the academy's horse stable. Every detail was done so beautifully. There was a drawing of a fine horse inside the stable. I traced my fingers over the horse and smiled.
There's only one person I know who would send me this.
At the bottom corner of the sketch, there were words written.
