A Habit

"How did she get in there?"

"What if Master Zyran sees her?"

"How do we help her out without hurting her?"

Questions flew from one servant to the next, none with a permanent solution or agreeable response. Meanwhile, the sleeping beauty lay there, curled up as she slept like there was no problem at all.

Mila curled her toes because of the cold, but she still enjoyed sleeping in that cramped-up space. She felt safe and comfortable. So, even with the servants gathered, the girl didn't open her eyes or notice their presence.

"What is going on?" The butler arrived, noticing the servants gathered near the dining room.

They all pointed at the same time. "Butler Umberto, the new mistress is sleeping under the table close to Holly."

"Holly?" The butler repeated. "Why is Holly in the dining room and not in his?"

It was a difficult question to answer. The servants and the butler returned their attention to the girl and Holly, the grey cat.