Love Burned, She Rose Unscathed

Mrs. Thomas was buzzing with excitement, a rare sight since Silver seldom joined such gatherings, and even when he did, it was usually just for show.

After brewing a pot of tea with such care, naturally, she wanted to savor it properly.

Roseanne approached the duo, and as she glanced up, her gaze met Silver's head-on.

Silver was taken aback at first, perhaps a tad embarrassed, then let out a snort through his nose, tinged with a hint of arrogance.

However, to Roseanne, this superficial haughtiness likely served to mask that flicker of discomfort.

Mrs. Thomas chimed in, "Ms. Cole, how do you find the tea?"

Roseanne rinsed her mouth before taking a sip.

After a pause, she honestly critiqued, "The tea leaves are overbearing, not enough water, resulting in a brew that's too dark and bitter. Plus, it seems the pot wasn't pre-warmed, or the temperature wasn't quite right, so the full aroma of the tea isn't coming through." Mrs. Thomas burst into laughter, "I told you skipping steps would change the taste, and you insisted it'd go unnoticed. Well, Ms. Cole noticed, didn't he?"

Silver's face darkened.

Even though Roseanne spoke the truth without malice, was there a need to be so blunt?

been a bit

even harder and said, "I

Silver was speechless.

had already moved on to taste

...

the elite

had longed for the approval of these high-society ladies, striving for years to be

but conduct a tea ceremony class and received

Why?

her

apparent indifference to the adulation and attention. She calmly answered questions

fair assessments

or flattering, even when her feedback

the usually picky and harsh ladies didn't seem

was baffled. The world had turned into something beyond

like a quail, who after apologizing, dared not speak. Her tea was a disaster, adding to Beverley's

Roseanne as a daughter-in-law might not be so bad,