Chapter 115

"You haven’t touched your tea," Agnes said casually, her voice light as she took a delicate sip from her porcelain cup, its surface etched with dainty floral patterns. "Such a shame to let good tea go to waste."

Camilla gave a sheepish smile and finally lifted the cup she’d been holding but hadn’t yet brought to her lips. "I’m sorry, Aunt Agnes. I... I guess I’m just a little nervous."

"Nervous?"