Evening rolled on and Zoe was instructing the servants to clean up the manor after the party. Her waist was sore from all that work.

Taking a half-hour bath didn’t seem to help with it either. Then, she went downstairs to have dinner. Layla asked her sheepishly, “Should we wait until Mr. Mason comes back?”

Then, the clock struck seven times. Apparently, it was seven o’clock now. She responded lightly, “Serve dinner. We’re not waiting for him!”

Layla knew her mistress was in a foul mood. So, she tried to make her feel better when she was serving dinner.

“This is your favorite dish, Ms. Zoe. It’s grilled salmon! They say that the fish tastes the sweetest in this season. Try it.”

Zoe nodded and took a bite. She had just chewed the salmon once, but she already felt nauseous. Covering her mouth, she rushed to the restroom and started dry-heaving. Nothing came out.

Layla grew worried. She went outside the restroom and knocked on the door, “Is everything okay, Ms. Zoe?”

“I’m fine!” Zo