Emily stepped into the quiet room where Julieanne waited, her friend already seated at a small round table. The room was cozy, with soft chairs and warm lighting casting a gentle glow on the space. A delicate porcelain tea set was arranged neatly on the table, accompanied by an assortment of sweets—macarons, tiny cakes, and fruit tarts.
Julieanne was sipping from her cup, her usual calm demeanor present as always. She glanced up as Emily approached, offering a welcoming smile that made it clear this was a break from the more formal setting of diplomatic talks.
"Emily," Julieanne greeted, setting her cup down with a soft clink. "I trust your meeting with Lord Reginald went as expected?"
Emily eased into the chair across from her, allowing herself a moment to relax. "As expected... and then some," she replied, a hint of amusement in her voice. "He was more prepared than I anticipated, but still, predictable."