They were newlyweds, and they had seemed to be getting along so well. What on earth had gone wrong?
Seeing the pastries Mrs. Lewis brought over, Shalma Hughes's eyes lit up. Tempted, she picked one up with her fingers and took a small bite. "Mrs. Lewis, your cooking is simply wonderful. This is the best Osmanthus Cake I've ever had."
"If you like it, Madam, I'll make it for you every day, and I'll mix it up. Today it's Osmanthus Cake, tomorrow I'll make rose cake, and the day after I'll make pear blossom cake..." Mrs. Lewis said, though her tone sounded more like she was trying to comfort her.
No woman could accept her husband constantly staying away from home all night, especially not during their honeymoon.
Shalma took another bite and nodded vigorously. "Sounds good!"
Watching her mistress act like this, Mrs. Lewis felt even worse. She stammered, "Madam, why don't we give Mr. Winslow a call?"
