She settled down and a cup of tea appeared on a small cloud hovering in front of her. Constance frowned because there was only a cup, Isabella was still as selfish as always.
“It’s for you” Isabella interrupted her train of thought with her cold voice and unfeeling gaze.
“I don’t dare” Constance quickly condensed her cup from the cloud water. Drink tea made by Isabella for her? She didn’t dare, Isabella was everything good but her pettiness was next level, her sentiment was even worse. She regarded the gesture of making tea as great respect, to her it was a way to show one’s respect. Did she have great respect for Constance? Yes! Enough to brew her tea? Constance didn’t think so! She didn’t dare to find out because if by some chance Isabella was attempting to make a joke and she drank it
