"Madam is too kind." Aubree Groove handled the situation with grace, inviting Madam Elijah to take the seat of honor, personally taking the teapot from the servant's hand.
Madam Elijah looked down at the young girl with the teapot, her low eyebrows were creasing into a smile. In her heart, she sighed.
The one she liked most, of course, was Aubree Groove.
But her identity was too complex, and she had no ambition in her eyes. No one can get hold of her, let alone have her stay with them.
"Madam's presence brings great honor to me. I am most grateful," Aubree Groove said.
Madam Elijah glanced around the room. She had expected more people to show up today. To her surprise, it was fewer than she had imagined. Was this due to the limited number of invitations sent by Aubree Groove, or were people too afraid to come because of The Rintos?
Through the delicate mist of the brewing tea, Madam Elijah said with a smile, "The beauty of May Forest is rightly famous. I'm glad I came."
