Sophia Zobel had indeed prepared a private room, bustling about serving them, fetching tea and water like an attendant.
"I chose this room especially for you. No one has ever stayed in it before. The lighting is excellent. Mrs. Shaw, see how warm it feels when the sunlight streams in? It's lively over by the garden, but it's also quite noisy and the sun is harsh. You should just sit here and wait for the birthday banquet to officially begin before heading over. It would be terrible if your delicate skin got sunburnt." She grinned, looking utterly sycophantic.
Naomi Kenway watched with a half-smile as Sophia handed teacups to her and Ian. She then asked, "How thoughtful. But aren't you short one cup of tea? Where is my friend's?"
"Ah..." Sophia Zobel glanced at Victor Vance, her expression reluctant. 'Anyone else would have been fine, but why did it have to be Victor Vance? It was always Victor who served me tea and water. Since when is it my turn to serve her?'
