Conversation hummed around the dining table as the family awaited Roslyn's arrival. Alexander's gaze repeatedly drifted upstairs, anticipation etched on his face. Then, Roslyn glided into the room, her poised presence commanding attention.
She settled into her seat, surveying the room with a confident sweep of her eyes. Servants bustled about, serving breakfast. Roslyn's gaze locked onto Lylah and Melicia, their faces contorted in disdain.
"I'd love a cup of tea this morning," Roslyn declared, her voice clear and confident.
The room fell silent, all eyes snapping towards her. Victoria's eyebrows arched.
"Summon a servant, why bother us?" Victoria's tone dripped with disdain.
Roslyn's smile shimmered. She turned to Lylah, her voice honey-sweet.
"Lylah, darling, would you kindly brew me a cup of tea?"
Gasps ricocheted around the room. Melicia's face flamed.
"How dare you speak to my daughter like that! Mind your manners!" Melicia's voice seethed.