Seraphina Ashworth's brow arched slightly. 'Is she displeased with me? Or is she trying to put me in my place?' She didn't recall ever offending this old woman.
"Have a seat." After nearly a minute, the old master finally spoke.
Seraphina Ashworth chose a seat relatively far from them. After all, they were clearly displeased with her, so there was no need for her to get any closer.
Charlie watched from the side, his heart pounding in his chest. He was tempted to sneak away and send a message to his young master.
Before long, all the dishes had been served, and everyone began to eat. At the table, the old master and the others had little appetite, their attention focused on secretly observing Seraphina. Perhaps the only one truly interested in the food was Seraphina herself.
