Namira didn't hesitate to gesture to the maid to serve them, which the maid instantly did, even as Dora shifted slightly in her seat, uncomfortable under Namira's scrutiny.
It would have been better if Dante hadn't gone out of his way to warn her not to drink anything. There was no way she would go against what he said—especially for a woman she didn't like.
"This tea is my favorite!" Namira pointed out, lifting her own cup and taking a deliberate sip. She subtly urged Dora to do the same as the maid bowed politely and turned to leave, her movements almost too precise.
Dora, on the other hand, merely shook her head gently, crossing her legs on the couch she sat on. "I just recovered. Sugar in any form isn't good for me!" she said, but her words were barely out before Namira responded, seemingly in the same breath.
