However, regardless of whether Lady Octavia's politeness was genuine or feigned, Aria Rowlett made sure to maintain face.
She slowly walked over and smiled at Lady Octavia: "Lady Octavia, hello."
"Ms. Aria, please have a seat." Lady Octavia pointed to the seat across from her, "I'm not sure what type of coffee you like, Illy Coffee, is that fine?"
Aria Rowlett sat across from Lady Octavia.
Lady Octavia poured a cup of freshly brewed coffee for her, and Aria immediately accepted it: "Thank you, Lady Octavia."
"There's no need for formality, Ms. Aria."
Lady Octavia also poured herself a cup of coffee, her delicate, jade-like fingers were clearly well cared for, a testament to her privileged upbringing. After taking a sip from her porcelain-white coffee cup, she spoke in a unhurried tone: "Ms. Aria, how do you find the taste of this coffee?"
Aria Rowlett: "..."
The thing she disliked most was Lady Octavia's tendency to beat around the bush when speaking.
