Ingrid and Liliana rose gracefully from the ornate metal chairs, signaling the end of their tea time. Servants moved with practiced efficiency, clearing away the remnants of the desserts and delicately attending to the table. The golden hue of the sunset bathed the gazebo in an orange glow, casting long shadows over the tranquil lake.
As the servants worked, the melodic sounds of the swans became more pronounced, their graceful movements accompanied by the gentle ripples on the water. The scene, although serene, failed to dispel the growing unease within Ingrid.
Ingrid's usual calm and smiling face now bore the subtle but undeniable marks of emptiness. A void that went unnoticed by those around her. The mix of unpleasant emotions from the conversation and the persistent dizziness intensified.
"My head hurts," Ingrid thought, attempting to maintain her composure.
