Maya gripped the tray tightly as she made her way up the stairs. What was she thinking? Margaret had tried to stop her but she had insisted on bringing him his lunch herself.
Her personal maid didn't hide her displeasure, stating Maya was no maid, but there really wasn't much she could do to stop her.
At the top of the stairs, her courage faltered. Was she longing for another compliment? What if he told her she was doing too much? What then?
She pushed the negative thoughts to the back of her mind and continued on despite how gut-wrenching it was.
Winnie's lunch was sent out moments before she left the kitchen. With Arlo ill, Palmer had gone to the pottery workshop in his stead. Maya had made sure to put extra fruits and pie in an effort to appease her after their encounter with Theo.
