Dinner Together
Suddenly, there was a knock on my bedroom door, and I lost my train of thought. I let out a sigh as I got up from the bed and headed for the door.
“Lady Diana…” Jenna said to me the moment that I opened the door.
“Yes? Oh, by the way, you can just call me Diana. You can drop the whole ‘lady’ thing and let’s just talk casually from now on, ok?” I suggested with a smile.
“If that’s what you want then…” she agreed hesitantly.
“Is there something that you want from me?” I questioned curiously.
“I’m just here to tell you that I’ll be setting up dinner for you in the dining room,” she informed me politely.
“You can just prepare something simple for me. I’m not a picky eater,” I replied.
“I can’t do that,” she replied with a playful glint in her eyes.
It felt like she was hiding away a great secret. It made me curious, but it wasn’t like I was dying to know what kind of secret she harbored.
“And why is that?” I asked.