Rose was sure she could die a happy and fulfilled woman after having Flora’s freshly baked cookies.
The woman, as busy as ever, talked to her every now and then, keeping her words clear and the conversation flowing.
“Is the young master treating you well?” She then asked once she settled at the table, across from her.
Rose reasoned Flora must be truly curious, if she was going to sit down for this… Or she wanted to make sure the question wouldn’t be brushed off.
Her lips curved up into a small fond smile, and she found herself saying, “Surprisingly yes. He’s good to me. He listens and notices the small things…”
She trailed off, finding Flora’s expression rather unsettling, even before she let out a stunned “Oh.”
“You sound surprised,” Rose quipped, her smile still adorning her face.
