“But why are your cheeks so flushed?” Cecilia teased.
Caught off guard, Rena stumbled for words.
Cecilia, relaxed as ever, continued munching on her chips and was engrossed in the TV.
She truly loved this place. The food, the ambiance, and even the playful interactions between the kids. If only it weren’t for the bustling presence of so many children, she’d consider staying for good.
As these thoughts danced in Cecilia’s head, she sneaked a glance at Rena, who, noticing, couldn’t help but smile.
A servant entered, holding a pot of fragrant tea.
“Mrs. Fowler, Miss Fowler,” she began softly, “this is the newest rose tea blend.”
Rena gave a nod, prompting the servant to exit.
She then poured a cup for both herself and Cecilia.
Taking a sip, she ventured, “So, how are things between you and my uncle?”
Cecilia hesitated, pausing her chip-crunching spree.
“Why the sudden interest?” she asked, slightly taken aback.
Despite the initial surprise, Cecilia and Rena shared a bond, often confiding in one another. Cecilia opened up about recent events, careful to omit any mention of Mark’s questionable actions.
A N G E L A ‘s L I B R A R Y
She emphasized her encounters with Elaine.
Listening intently, Rena affirmed, “You made the right call. Someone like Elaine shouldn’t be entertained.”
Cecilia’s mind drifted to her past interaction with Elaine, who was vibrant, full of life, and unmistakably more influential than Ruth.
Yet, Elaine’s association with Chandler had put her at odds with Cecilia.
After meeting Mark, it was evident Elaine had some intentions.
Rena offered some heartfelt advice, to which Cecilia responded with a nod and slightly teary eyes.
She genuinely felt that Rena was always on her side, especially when it came to Mark.
Later that evening, after sharing a meal, Cecilia, Edwin, and Olivia prepared to head home.
As the night deepened, Waylen took on the role of bedtime storyteller.
The clock struck ten, and Alexis, known for her affectionate nature, eagerly awaited her turn.
Even though she was the eldest, she was always the last to hear a story, which typically spanned half an hour.