Mira woke in a daze, the faint impression of Leon's voice lingering in her mind. She shook her head and blinked several times before slowly opening her eyes.
"Good morning, Miss!"
"Ahhh!" She nearly jumped out of bed at the sudden voices.
The two strangers immediately bowed.
"Miss, I am Paul, the butler of this house," the older man said politely.
"And I am Sara, the head maid," the woman added with a gentle smile. "We're sorry for startling you. Are you alright?"
"Oh... yes..." Mira placed a hand over her chest. "I just wasn't expecting anyone in my bedroom."
Then her eyes widened. "Wait! A maid and a butler? Seriously?"
The two exchanged confused glances.
"Why, ma'am?" Sara asked.
"Oh, nothing." Mira laughed. "I honestly have never seen maids and butlers." Her sudden change in mood left them slightly perplexed.
Seeing their expressions, Mira tilted her head. "Leon must've told you about my condition. Just out of curiosity... have you served me before?"
Paul nodded thoughtfully.
"Yes and no. Young Master was never fond of people disturbing you. We only attended to you briefly and didn't have many opportunities to interact."
Oddly enough, that answer made Mira smile. It sounded exactly like something Leon would do.
After freshening up, Mira wandered through Sunshine Villa. The mansion was enormous, a magnificent four-story estate bathed in sunlight and decorated with elegant taste. The name suited it perfectly. Sara and Paul followed her everywhere, maintaining a respectful distance.
From Leon, she knew she was supposedly an orphan. Yet whenever she looked at Sara and Paul, she felt a warmth that resembled parental care. They worried about her. Looked after her. Just like Leon did.
And she liked that.
Back in the living room, after spending hours chatting with them, she found herself growing restless.
**According to Leo, I loved books...** Her gaze drifted toward a nearby bookshelf.
**Then why do I feel sleepy after reading two pages?** She sighed.
**Maybe after spending so long unconscious in a hospital, my interests changed... But sitting around doing nothing feels awful.**
The thought made her anxious. She wanted to discover herself again. She wanted to find something that genuinely excited her.
"Young Miss, here are some fresh fruits." Sara placed a tray on the table.
The moment Mira saw the plate, an idea suddenly sparked in her mind. Without warning, she jumped to her feet and hurried toward the kitchen.
"M-Miss?"
The kitchen doors swung open.
"Wow..."
Her eyes sparkled.
The room looked less like a kitchen and more like a treasure vault filled with ingredients. Something deep inside her stirred. For the first time all day, she felt motivated. Without hesitation, she gathered ingredients and began working.
There were no accidents. No uncertainty or hesitation.
Every movement flowed naturally, almost instinctively. Measuring, mixing, whisking, decorating—her hands moved with the confidence of a seasoned professional.
Even she was surprised.
An hour later, a beautifully decorated cake sat before her.
She proudly carried it out to Sara and Paul.
"Sara, does Leon like sweets?"
"Yes, but—"
"Perfect."
Mira cut her off with a grin. "I'm taking this to him."
"Right now?"
She nodded firmly. "Now."
Sara's expression immediately turned worried. "No, Miss. Young Master specifically instructed us not to let you leave the villa."
Mira pouted dramatically. "Do I look like a parrot trapped in a cage?"
"That's not what I meant—"
"I'll go with the driver. Please?"
"But—"
"Pleeease?"
Sara looked toward Paul for help.
Paul rubbed his chin before finally sighing.
"Let her go."
Sara stared at him. "Paul?"
He lowered his voice. "This is the first time Young Mistress has wanted to seek out Master on her own. We shouldn't stop her."
After a moment's hesitation, Sara reluctantly nodded.
"Fine."
"Yay!"
Mira raised the cake triumphantly.
"Oh, and don't tell Leo!" she added quickly. "It's supposed to be a surprise."
Paul gave a small smile. "As you wish, Miss."
He then pulled a walkie-talkie from his pocket.
"Come in."
A moment later, footsteps echoed through the hall.
One after another, a dozen men appeared.
White shirts.
Black suits.
Black ties.
Dark sunglasses.
They looked as though they had stepped straight out of a James Bond film.
Mira stared. Then she slowly turned toward Paul.
"Paul..."
"Yes, Miss?"
"...Why are there twelve secret agents standing in my living room?"
"Those are your bodyguards."
"Huh?!" Mira froze in complete shock.