The kettle began to whistle softly as the water reached a boil.
I carefully arranged everything onto the small double-tiered serving cart before deciding to add a plate of sweet cookies to accompany the tea.
Once everything was ready, I heard footsteps approaching.
When I look to my left, I saw Brii quietly entering the kitchen. She gently closed the door behind her before reaching into the pocket of her apron and removing a small bottle.
I wondered if that was the one Will had mentioned earlier.
Together, we prepared the tea.
I made sure the teacup with the flower-shaped spoon was the one intended for Will’s mother.
Without hesitation, Brii uncorked the bottle and carefully poured its contents into the bottom of Wendy’s cup before beginning to prepare a separate teapot, exactly as
