Swallowing her pride, Emily lowered her head. Slowly, she reached for another piece of flatbread, forcing herself to imitate Rosette's movements. The moment she took a bite, the stifling sensation lifted.
A deep breath filled her lungs. The pressure was gone.
She realized the food did not taste bad. It was actually delicious. The taste of meat was unique, something she had not tasted before.
Lifting her head slightly, Emily looked at the two Sunawin ladies and plastered on a forced smile, her lips stretching into an expression of feigned warmth.
But it was too late.
The two Sunawin women had already drawn their conclusions.
Their narrowed eyes and stiff postures spoke volumes—Emily's fate was sealed in their minds. No amount of forced smiles could erase a first impression tainted by scorn.
Emily felt a burning glare from the other end of the tent. When she looked in that direction, she saw nothing amiss. It was the group from the earth.