Jocelyn was carrying a teapot as she walked out.
Owen glanced at Jocelyn, patted Amelia's hand, and said nonchalantly, "How can we allow a guest to make tea? Amelia, you go."
To others, these words might seem perfectly reasonable, they might even think it simply common sense. After all, why should a guest be the one to serve tea?
But to Jocelyn's ears, it was clear that Owen was hinting that she was overstepping her bounds.
She could also clearly hear him telling her that Amelia was the true mistress of this house, and she, merely a guest.
She wasn't sure if she was imagining it, but she always felt... as if Owen was warning her about something.
Jocelyn stood there, her fingers tightening around the handle of the pot.
Amelia had earlier felt that it was indeed her task to serve tea to the elders, but Jocelyn had already done so, and it would have been awkward for her to insist on it, potentially seeming like she was trying to take credit.
