Freya
The next morning was bright and sunny. I walked to the sitting room for another lesson with Rosa. Adrian was busy that day, so he would not be there. I was a little glad I did not have to see him. But I was also curious about what Rosa had planned for me.
When I walked in, I heard the soft clink of cups and plates. The table looked so neat and pretty. There were small teacups, shiny forks and spoons, and tiny little pastries that looked almost too nice to eat.
“Good morning, Luna Freya,” Rosa said, looking up from her chair.
“Good morning,” I said with a smile. I looked at the table. “This looks really nice.”
“Yes. Today we will learn how to act at the table.” She pointed to the teapot. “Why don’t you pour us some tea? Let me see how you do it.”
“Of course.” I walked to the tab
