Vivian arrived to a full breakfast spread down the buffet in the dining room, complete with a personal chef on the tabletop stilet. It was more than a typical continental breakfast, it was a full-out Mother’s Day brunch at the Hilton. After last night, Vivian needed substance in her empty stomach, taking full advantage of the chef to order a ham and green peppers omelet plus a waffle with coconut cream fluffed on top, his recommendation, not hers. Confused, Vivian took note that the chef was not an enslaved vampire. He was human, well in control of his mind.
She slid into the empty seat next to Ava, who was solo, as she waited for her breakfast to be ready for pick up. Glancing, Vivian noticed that Ava only had a few pieces of fresh fruit on her plate that she was mindless shoveling around with her fork.
“Ava, everything okay?” Vivian asked, pulling Ava from her blank stare.
“Did you tell Everett yet?” Ava asked without looking up from her plate.