Keira ate the meal slowly. She was still a bit woozy from the night before and so she ate without much thought. After the butler took her plate away, Keira rested her eyes. She could barely remember the night before: All that came to mind was chocolaty-dessert goodness and drinking. Lots and lots of drinkintg.

“Miss knightly, a phone call,” The butler returned to inform her.

“Mph,” She groaned. “Who is it?”