Katia's face stayed blank as she walked over, but Allison caught the flash of something in those blue eyes. Fear? Anger? Perfect.
Katia moved to pour, her hands steady even though she was obviously tense. But Allison wasn't going to make this easy.
"Not that bottle," Allison snapped as Katia reached for the red wine. "The white. Can’t you tell them apart?"
"Sorry, Miss Allison." Katia's voice stayed humble as she switched bottles.
"And clean the rim first. We can't have the King drinking from a dirty glass."
Katia pulled a cloth from her apron and wiped the already-clean rim.
"Not like that," Allison snapped. "God, didn't they teach you anything? Here." She grabbed the bottle from Katia's hands. "Let me show you how a real servant does it."
The bottle slipped. Whethe
