Dawn Sutherland entered the house, changed her shoes, and when her gaze touched upon the pair of women's slippers at the entrance, her mood grew heavy with regret and remorse.
Dawn wasn't hungry and headed upstairs, "You eat first, I'm going upstairs to work."
"Second Young Master Sutherland, these were all made according to Miss's menu, aren't you going to have some?" Donna called to Dawn, who was heading upstairs.
Dawn stopped in her tracks, slowly turned around, looked at the dishes on the dining table, and spoke in a low voice, "She asked you to make this?"
"Yes."
Receiving Donna's nod of confirmation, Dawn turned back to the dining table.
Her gaze fell upon the dishes Donna prepared; they were all her favorites. Dawn picked up a bowl and began to eat slowly and casually, asking Donna, who stood beside her, "Did she say anything before she left? Where she went, or when she'll be back?"
