"Good morning, Your Grace," Sarah greeted with a respectful bow as Salviana stepped out from her husband's office and into the elegant parkour garden.
"Lovely morning, Sarah. How are you?" Salviana replied, a soft warmth in her smile.
"I am well, my lady. What may I assist you with?" Sarah asked as Emma, one of the more refined maids, entered and stood attentively by Sarah's side. Salviana settled gracefully into a chair, her gaze thoughtful.
"The basket of goods from yesterday, please," Salviana requested, deciding it was time to organize her recent purchases.
"Of course, Your Grace," Sarah replied, nodding before retrieving the woven basket. As she set it before Salviana, Emma's curiosity was clear, her gaze fixed on the items nestled within.
