Alexandra watched, listened, nodded and comment when need as her tutor went on about her youngest sister, glad that she seemed to get over her mood rather quickly. But as much as she loved her sister, it got tiresome rather quickly. Her gaze once more ended up on the chef, but she made sure to look back at Nadia often enough it wouldn’t get picked up on. Making it look like she was only looking at him when a sound was made.

The sigh of relief was held in when ‘their’ conversation was broken.

“Do you have any honey?” she asked in English, needing a break from converting words to and from German.