63. Sarah: Questions

Sarah’s Point of view:

Ethan guided me to the table, where two empty chairs awaited us, side by side. With gentlemanly charm, he pulled out a chair for me.

"Thank you," I said, smiling.

Ethan took his seat beside me, his hand brushing against mine.

To my left sat Cameron, who flashed a warm smile.

As soon as we settled, Albert rang a discreet bell, and the staff entered in unison, bearing the first course.

"Dinner is served," Albert announced.

The aroma of roasted vegetables and herbs wafted through the air, tantalizing my senses.

Henry Grey, seated at the head of the table, smiled warmly.

"Let's enjoy our meal together," he said, his voice welcoming.

The room filled with the soft clinking of silverware and polite conversation.

I glanced at Ethan, who gave my hand a reassuring squeeze under the table.

I spied an old woman with gray hair in a tight bun seated at Henry’s right smiling at me.

I smiled back politely and whispered at Ethan,”Who is she?