“Beatrice! You are finally willing to see me!” Celia Jordan said it excitedly.
Then she turned towards Andrews and said, “I knew you were lying, you disagreeable man.”
As if inviting Reyona to high tea, she waved her hand towards the spread of bread, croissants, pain au chocolat, jam, tea, fruits, chocolatine, and brioche on the flowery picnic blanket she was seated on.
Reyona’s surprise was beyond indescribable as she took in the three formidable-looking men and two maids who stood behind her with passive looks as if this was something they were used to.
“What are you doing?!” Reyona asked urgently as she bent to her face level.
When Andrews had mentioned “settling down” earlier, Reyona wouldn’t have believed this was what he meant.
Celia blinked her eyes innocently at Reyona and said sweetly, “Why? I am inviting my friend to breakfast, of course. We are friends, right?"
Since when? Reyona wondered.