Chapter 47

Scarlett's POV A soft knock pulled me from the light edge of sleep. However, I ignored it, thinking that maybe I was just dreaming again. Just as I was about to drift into my dreamland, I heard the soft knock again. "Scarlett?" Kathleen's voice filtered through the door, warm but careful. I sighed, pushed the hair from my face, and took off the blanket that wrapped around me. "Come in." The door opened, and Kathleen slipped inside, balancing a tray. The scent of fresh bread and tea drifted through the room. "I thought you might want breakfast here," she said, setting the tray on the low table near the window. "You were up late." "Have you done something wrong?" I reached for the tea first, wrapping my fingers around the cup's warmth. "What do you mean by that?" she asked, her eyes lingering on the plate as she adjusted it so it wouldn't fall. "Why are you being extra nice right now? Bringing breakfast to my bed. Did you do something and want me to cover it up?" I asked, watching her fr