Mrs. Shaw nodded. "I understand, Miss Shaw."
Aria Sterling felt a pang of frustration. Mrs. Shaw was an elder, after all, yet Mya Walsh ordered her around without a shred of courtesy.
But as things stood, she was in no position to stand up for Mrs. Shaw, which made Aria Sterling feel even worse.
"Miss Sterling, why aren't you drinking?" Mya Walsh asked curiously, pulling Aria Sterling back from her thoughts.
Aria Sterling lowered her head and took a delicate sip of the tea.
But that one sip was enough to make her brows knit together tightly.
A look of satisfaction crossed Mya Walsh's face, and she smiled faintly. "It's quite sour, isn't it?"
Aria Sterling didn't know what Mya Walsh was getting at; she certainly didn't remember Damian Xavier liking such a strange beverage.
