"I am craving it right now, but I figured you would like some too. I am not exactly hungry for scones. In fact, please feel free to eat them when you don't have oil all over your hands," she said in some amusement. The girl did not seem bothered at all by the sight of Chéri giving a massage to her poor mistress' foot. She nodded to Chéri after Sonia translated for him, then looked at Sonia with question in her eyes. "That will be all for now, my dear," said the woman in the bed.

She nodded and left the room with a soft click of the door.

Sonia then sighed and relaxed back again, dainty toes curling. "That feels so lovely," she purred and then said, "I invited him here. And yes, I do care if the artist does justice to my portrait... I want it to be bought someday and someone out there will say, 'that might be my daughter.' Perhaps my family might come looking for me."