No, never seen her before

“Good morning, Mistress Pike,” the asian maid greets you shy, “did you slept well at your first night here? Oh, please take a seat first. What can I get you for breakfast?”

“You are up early, dear,” your Father interrupts, “normally I see your brother not before lunch.”

“Well, I will not complain,” you answer and sit down, “but, where is everyone? If I’m up early, are they all eating later?”

“Veronica left yesterday evening and Miguel is in downtown to deal with some business,” your father answers, “but at least I’m not alone. I prefer eating with family, sadly this was … difficult after your mother left with you. However, you can tell the maid what you want to eat. She will inform the kitchen and bring you the food.”

“Oh, very nice of you,” you say, “well, I guess a few slices of bread with butter and jam will do.”

“Really?” your father asks surprised, “Ashley, we have around ten different sorts of jam. We also have eggs, ham, pancakes, three types of bread and so much more. There is no need to stick with cheap stuff. You can order literally everything.”

“And what exactly?” you ask a little unsure, “I normally just eat what is in the fridge or on the table.”

“Master, if you allow, I could create her a small selection of what she can order in the morning,” the Asian maid proposes and slightly bows her head.

“Yes, a good Idea, Yumi,” your father mumbles and continues to read his newspaper, “you will see, daughter, we have many delicious supplies. I know your mother preferred a simple lifestyle, but there is no need to life spartan for you anymore.”

You nod friendly and the maid disappears. You wonder why you father called her Yumi, she looked disappointed for a moment and you get the feeling, it wasn’t her real name.