Don’t Drink-II

Stepping forward, Lady Catherine settled the ruby on her neck, letting for the look to be completed with the jewelry. Rose took a step back to admire how she had looked like. Her hair had been styled prettily, gone was the image of her past as a village girl. She looked no different to those ladies who were born in a noble family. She felt as though the person in mirror to be a stranger, yet familiar.

"Beautiful," Lady Catherine recalled how the tall oval mirror was used by her daughter in the past. She also remembered how Elizabeth stood in front of it, smiling widely as she twirled her gown which overlap as Rose had done the same. Her tears seemed to have settled in the corner of her eyes as she relish the moment of longing.

"Lady Catherine," said one of the maid who appeared, holding a tray of soup, "Is this what you need?"

Lady Catherine took the silver spoon before dipping them to the warm broth. She tasted the soup before humming in approval, "This should do it."

"Is it one of