Mason woke up the next morning and found that Zoe wasn’t by his side. Thinking that she was in the dressing room, he got off the bed and made his way there.

His suit had been laid out, ready for him to wear. A matching watch and cuff links had been prepared as well, but she was nowhere to be seen.

Perhaps she was preparing his breakfast downstairs, he thought. So, he freshened up and made his way down. The servant was laying out the plates and cutleries in the dining hall.

Two freshly baked croissants and a cup of black coffee, his usual breakfast, had already been set on the table. The day's newspaper was on the left side of the table as well, as usual. Zoe had always made sure everything was set up in this way.

The servant noticed Mason descending the stairs and greeted him respectfully. He sat down, flipped through the papers casually, and asked, “Where’s Zoe?”

She was stunned. When she came back to her senses moments later, she said, “Are you asking about her whereabouts, Mr