The next day, Amelie and Gabriel returned to San Ravendale. The journey had been long and draining, and the moment Amelie sank into the soft mattress, a sigh of relief escaped her lips. Her hand instinctively rested on her stomach, gently caressing it with a serene smile forming on her face.
A gentle knock on the door interrupted the silence, prompting her to sit up quickly. The door creaked open, revealing a maid carrying a tray.
"Good afternoon, Madam," the maid greeted politely, setting the tray on the bedside table. "Here's some freshly prepared lemonade. Please enjoy."
"Thank you," Amelie replied warmly, watching as the maid gave a slight bow and exited the room.
She reached for the glass, realizing just how parched she was. The cool lemonade was a welcome refreshment, soothing her dry throat and washing away the lingering exhaustion. Once she finished, she placed the glass back on the tray and stood to take it downstairs.
