The bright morning sunlight streamed through the corridor windows as Miranda walked purposefully, carrying a tray laden with a steaming jug of tea and delicate china cups. A procession of maids followed closely behind, their trays overflowing with an assortment of savory dishes and sweet pastries.
As Miranda entered the grand dining room, she surveyed the space with a discerning eye. With a subtle nod, she directed the other maids where to place the food on the long, polished table. Satisfied with the arrangement, Miranda positioned the jug of tea at the table's center, its fragrance wafting through the air.
With a quiet "You may go," Miranda dismissed the other maids, who curtsied and departed, leaving her alone in the dining room. A smile threatened to break free, but she suppressed it, adopting a neutral expression instead.