We were seated around a long, dark dining table, intricately carved from wood. It was covered with fine linen and featured eight diners' settings, each with fine china, glassware, and cutlery.
My eyes darted to Lady Beatrice, seated at the head of the table just inches away, then shifted to Joséphine, sitting across from me.
Joséphine caught my glance and offered a gentle smile, her dark, curly hair resting on her shoulders.
I averted my eyes, the sight of her cleavage imprinted in my memory. Joséphine's dark V-neck gown, unlike Lady Beatrice's, had a prominent cleavage.
My eyes rested on a large, ornate crystal chandelier with numerous candles, hanging prominently from the ceiling and illuminating the dining room.
A line of pink tulips ran down the dining table, placing Lucy & Evelyn on one side, and Cupcake & me on the other.
