Larissa's POV
With just Tiffany and me left in the conservatory, the silence that followed was soft but not awkward.
Tiffany set a used napkin on the table and turned to me, with steepled fingers. “You were very composed, Larissa. And the ladies liked you. That’s good. But still, you should be careful.”
I blinked. “Careful?”
She gestured to the food and drinks table. “Yes. With what you eat. What you drink. What you breathe in even. You can’t just have anything. It’s not proper.”
I paused. Had I had one too many pastries for polite society standards? Had she been mentally counting my calories for me? Had I failed some sort of daughter-in-law test? “Maybe I shouldn’t have had that second croissant?”
“Not the croissant.”
It took me a beat to understand what she was getting at. “Oh. Y
