Nadia Cross

*****Vivian's POV*****

"I'm done," I firmly declare, setting my silver spoon down on the empty space of the tray. I push the heavy oak tray toward the edge of the mattress. I could not even come close to finishing the heavy meal Lydia prepared. The rich broth and seasoned vegetables sat heavy in my stomach, but I deliberately ate just enough to spare the young maid from my father's infamous blame