Lake's first order of the day was going grocery shopping. He was fine with the clothes he had for a couple of days, and he could always do the laundry.
He was back with his haul late in the morning, stopping to have a quick breakfast.
He had stopped at a bakery on his way back from the grocery store to grab some freshly baked cinnamon rolls and chocolate-filled bread.
After his filling, warm breakfast, he got busy putting away the groceries before settling down to watch a movie.
There was so much time to himself that Lake didn't know what to do, he felt like a flower under sunlight in the rays of the afternoon sun spilling into the living room.
This freedom he had now was one he never wanted to lose.
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Matilda sat for lunch at the head of the grand table in the main dining room, fantasizing about when she would be pulling the strings.
Thankfully, there was still some time before Davian would return, because she was having a difficult time making an important decision.
