Bea brought the teacup to her lips and lowered her eyes to the plate of cookies sitting in the middle of the table.
"That is up to the host," she muttered.
"The empress? Have you ever joined her for tea before?" One of my brows raised, genuinely curious.
Does Bea have a good relationship with my aunt? I have never heard the Empress talk about her once… maybe… I don't know, really. Maybe she did and I could have forgotten about it.
"I did. Thrice," she answered back.
Hmm, there isn't anything amiss.
"That's nice, isn't it?" I remarked.
Bea smiled cutely.
"Mmm, I think so too…"
Good to know that there isn't anything wrong going on with the two of them. Bea herself seemed pleased with it too.
My eyes then glinted in mischief as an idea popped into my head.
"Hmmm…" I hummed and squinted at her, "What about Ezekiel?"
Bea didn't falter and remained composed. She then stared right at me, meeting my imploring eyes.
