"Welcome home, young master. It's always a pleasure having you here." Hilya said.
Lark was about to burst into outrage when he noticed that the head chef had actually obeyed his orders. She was talking with Aran, not Lith, offering to both him and Leria sweets from her cart.
The stress almost gave him a stroke, especially when he noticed how the guards looked at him, expecting the Count to scold Hilya and ruin the happiness of the children.
Stuck between a rock and a hard head, Lark could only suck it up and endure.
"Lady Ernas, to what do I owe this unexpected pleasure?" He knew Friya from the Court and he hoped that her presence along with Tista's would keep the male staff from remembering anything about those events.
Judging from their sudden blank stares, the plan seemed to work.
