“By all means, please,” she gestured the teapot. “It is here for all to enjoy. Masala chai, I believe. Though I would not be surprised if Mr. Miller varied teas by pot.”
She studied the young woman before her. She was taller than Marcelle, and slender, holding herself with a subdued grace. There was a sophisticated air about her-- a timeless style that did not look out of place on the estate. A relative of Mr. Miller, perhaps. Marcelle expected most of the attendance to be such. She’d never known the man to have a wide social circle. Though, she supposed she had never really known the man at all.
“I do not think we could be considered latecomers, yet. Though already the people here seem to be of interest.”
“Marcelle,” she offered, at last. “I worked with Mr. Miller, before he retired from writing.”
@Mouschi - Aiva
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