Breakfast in the Study

Valerie stared at the spread Camilla had just laid down. One perfectly arched eyebrow crept upward. She let out a sharp, mocking breath. "Is this poor excuse for a meal what you prepared for the prestigious Ashford family?" She poked at the edge of a plate with her manicured fingernail. "Toast and chicken soup? Isn't that a little pathetic? Or is that just the limit of your culinary skills, Camill