Evelyn’s POV
The feeling hadn't gone away. In fact, it was determined to linger as the days went on.
Each morning I woke up feeling horribly lethargic. By the afternoon, I was usually hit with a low strain of nausea that would thankfully pass as long as I had some peppermint tea on hand.
I had made it a point to speak to the kitchen staff and inquire about the chicken that I had sworn had gone bad. However, according to the head chiefs, everything had been delivered fresh that very morning.
I wasn’t sure what to think. I suppose the problem simply lay with me, so I let the matter drop.
That morning, after going through my new, unsavory routine, I got myself ready and headed to the dining room. I was glad to see a pot of freshly brewed tea already waiting for me along with some simple
