Quick-witted

Later that morning, when Anastasia looked at the breakfast on the table, she could not help but think of her dream again. Miss Magdalene, who was sitting across from her, noticed her strange behavior.

"What is the matter?" she asked. The food looked better than what had been served the previous day. 'could it be that she is surprised?' magdalene Wonder.

Anastasia forced a smile. She had no resources to prepare her own meals, and it was impossible for her to go without eating until she was married off from the Duke's residence.

"The thing is, I am allergic to some of the ingredients used in most of the meals here. Sometimes, when I eat them, I fall sick, but I can't complain and make things difficult for others," Anastasia said, a troubled look on her face. She was hoping to get Lady Magdalene to help her.