Agnes
The next morning dawned bright and clear, and I found myself once again heading toward the parlor for another etiquette lesson with Rosa. Elijah was busy today, so he wouldn’t be attending. I was a bit relieved not to have to interact with him, but I did wonder what Rosa had in store for me.
As I entered the room, the soft clinking of china greeted me. The table was set impeccably with delicate teacups, gleaming silverware, and an array of tiny pastries that looked almost too exquisite to eat.
“Good morning, Luna Agnes,” Rosa said, glancing up from her seat.
“Good morning,” I replied with a polite smile. My eyes traveled over the table setting. “This looks lovely.”
“Yes. We’ll be practicing table etiquette today.” She gestured toward the teapot. “Why don’t you po
