In the dining room, Clara Grant was savoring her porridge. She said to Seth Quinn, "Mmm, this porridge is delicious. But having Mrs. Cheney make a special trip over is too much trouble for her."
Seth took a spoonful of porridge, looked up at her, and said, "Then don't drink anymore. You know you can't hold your liquor, yet you still went out to get wasted."
Though his words were scolding, they were brimming with concern.
Clara pouted. When she didn't say anything, Seth pressed on, "You're not allowed to drink anymore. You hear me?"
"Alright, alright, I won't drink anymore." Clara pursed her lips, seemingly reluctant, but she couldn't help but smile as she lowered her head.
"By the way," Seth said after a few more spoonfuls of porridge, looking up as if he'd just remembered something. "Sarah Shelby stormed out of The Tuberose in a huff yesterday. I think she probably went looking for Autumn Shelby."
