After her conversation with Katelyn, Amelie entered the living room, where Mabel had just settled gracefully onto the couch.
"I was about to send a servant to your room," Mabel remarked as one of the maids stepped forward, lowering a tray onto the low table. With practiced care, the servant placed a delicate porcelain cup of herbal tea in front of Amelie.
"Drink it. You'll feel refreshed," Mabel encouraged with a gentle smile. Her eyes lingered on Amelie's dress, silently pleased with how beautifully it complemented her. No wonder Gabriel had expressed his gratitude.
"Thank you, Mother," Amelie said softly. She lifted the cup, exhaling a faint breath across its steaming surface before taking a careful sip.
Mabel raised her own teacup and took a measured drink. Then, setting it down with a soft clink, she studied Amelie's expression. "You seem troubled," she observed, her voice calm yet probing. "What weighs on your mind?"
