Lack Of Etiquette
The tea room was nothing like Selene had imagined.
She had expected something small and private—maybe a simple table, a few nobles sipping daintily, and someone to remind her not to stab anyone with a butter knife.
Instead, it was a grand affair.
The chamber was vast, sunlight spilling through arched windows to illuminate the gleaming table in the center. Fine porcelain teacups sat perfectly arranged, accompanied by trays of delicate pastries that looked more decorative than edible. Nobles and courtiers—ten of them, all dressed in finery that screamed wealth and status—sat waiting, their expressions sharp and expectant.
Selene's stomach churned as she walked in, her dress feeling even more constricting under their gazes.
Cliona was already seated, pouring tea with a practiced grace that made Selene's blood boil. Elyra, Vivianne, and Cressida were scattered around the room, each playing their parts effortlessly.