"Shut up, all of you! Stop laughing! This is dinnertime, not for your amusement! Don't you understand the rule about not speaking while you eat?"
Quinn Jennings was already a bundle of nerves. Seeing the sumptuous meal on the table and hearing everyone's cheerful laughter only made her feel more panicked and frantic, so she just roared.
"Telling your hosts to follow rules while eating in their own home! What a joke! An absolute joke!" Seraphina Sterling shot Quinn Jennings a warning glare. The message was clear: shut up if you know what's good for you. Otherwise, don't blame her for being merciless. Don't forget who they died for, and why.
"Hmph! How provincial! One must always adhere to the rules, no matter the circumstances! Without rules, there is no order! This has nothing to do with being a host or a guest; it's a matter of personal refinement. Of course, I can't blame you. You are, after all, from some small town—you wouldn't understand such complex etiquette!"
