Gwen laughed softly and gave him her advice.
Acknowledging her advice, Kyson said thoughtfully, Okay, I get it.
Thanks.
Shes truly fortunate.
Im confident shell appreciate your efforts.
Gwens words were heartfelt, yet Kyson seemed slightly preoccupied.
He shifted the conversation.
Hows everything with you lately? The usual, helping Grandma with her medical practice and managing the farm tasks I can cope with. Time sure passes quickly.
Gwens gaze dropped slightly as she added, Its just⦠I might struggle to adjust after you leave.
She gave a mischievous wink and playfully gestured with her hands, embodying a forthright and endearing charm.
In the Shaw familys house, the air buzzed with energy as everyone busily prepared for the evenings candlelight dinner.
Among the flurry of activity, a maid hurried through the room, her hands carefully balancing a plate of lobster, meticulously garnished with vibrant green broccoli, a dish prepared by a top chef.
Accidentally, she tripped over the carpet in the room, falling to the floor with a loud thump.
The plate slipped from her grasp, shattering against the floor, sending shards of porcelain and bits of lobster scattering across the place.
And Sally saw this.
The maid, her face drained of color, scrambled to her knees, trembling all over.
I didnt mean to do that.
Please, dont kick me out.
Sallys initial reaction was a frown, her gaze lingering on the ruined lobster on the carpet.
But as she looked back at the maid, she still asked with concern, Are you alright? The maid was stunned at first, and then quickly nodded.
Im fine⦠Sallys frown deepened, and she looked around the room, warning everyone firmly, Ive told you to be careful.
Ill let it slide this time, but if anyone makes such a stupid mistake again, I will have no choice but to kick them out of here.
Do you understand? Yes, Miss! The servants redoubled their efforts, each one determined not to be the next to make a mistake. They worked even harder to prepare the dinner.
Looking at the flurry of activity in the dining room, where servants hurried to set the table with precision and care, Sally found herself unable to relax.
This meal was specially prepared to ease the strained relationship between Kyson and Dulcie.
She had poured all her efforts into making sure the evening would be flawless, leaving nothing to chance.
Ding Dong.
The sudden sound of the doorbell pierced through her thoughts.
Sally quickly composed herself, her footsteps brisk as she made her way to the door.
It must be the flowers I ordered! But as she opened the door, Sally was met with a cold face, sharp eyes boring into her like a viper ready to strike.