Chapter 7 Old Waves

"Did you bring the tea and tangerines up to her room?" Sebastian asked one of the maids of the manor. The place only had a few, most are middle aged that have served more than a decade. For a big place, Frigga had good management to reduce housemaids to a minimum but balanced workload.

"Yes sir, just like you instructed I brewed up a pot of hot tea and peeled up tangerines. I must say, you have a good eye on the tangerines you hand picked! It smelled really good, sweet from the scent alone."

"Thank you. I'll see to it that I'll buy extra pieces for everyone to share."

It takes pride that he had hand picked the best ones, and hopeful that Freyja will enjoy the sweet tangerines just like before. He had never forgotten that trait, after knowing that weird craving combination he always bought tangerines as a habit in case she booked for him back when he was still a host in London.