What do you remember?

The tea room was bathed in soft golden light, the sun filtering through sheer curtains that swayed gently with the afternoon breeze. Light, soothing music played from a gramophone. The delicate clink of fine china echoed in the air as Molly took a measured sip of her Earl Grey black tea, her manicured fingers resting lightly on the porcelain handle.

Across from her, Sally leaned back against a plush velvet-textured chair, swirling a spoon through her cup with lazy amusement as if a throwback memory manifested,

"Would you look at that, sister? The world is truly full of surprises," Sally mused, setting her cup down with elegant precision.

"After all that fuss at the dinner banquet, I thought that Geneva had that household in check…. I can't believe the mistress of the prestigious Thornston Estate could look on as this happens! There have been no comments from them, nor any way to control what is going on! Talk of that nonsense!"