Chapter 130
Isabella Langley stood at the center of the crowd.
Countless eyes were fixed on her.
Their gazes were scrutinizing.
Full of disdain.
Victoria Roscente's face was ashen.
Her carefully maintained composure was utterly shattered.
"Apologize now!" Victoria hissed under her breath.
Isabella's fingers tightened around her skirt.
She looked at Sophia Sullivan.
Sophia remained calm.
As if watching a farce that had nothing to do with her.
"Sorry." Isabella forced the word through clenched teeth.
Sophia gave a slight nod.
She said nothing more.
Whispers began to circulate around them.
"The Roscente family has really lost all sense of decorum."
"How dare they bring her to an event like this."
Victoria's face burned with humiliation.
She shot Isabella a furious glare.
Isabella lowered her head.
Her nails dug deeply into her palms.
Nina White smiled and linked arms with Sophia.
"When did you get your tea master certification, Clara?"
Sophia smiled faintly.
"I just studied it casually in my free time."
Those six years.
She had been trapped in a gilded cage.
Aside from taking care of Ethan Roscente's daily needs.
She devoted all her time to studying.
Tea ceremony.
Flower arrangement.
Baking.
She obtained many certifications.
As if trying to hold onto something.
Her father's words echoed in her ears.
One should always learn more skills.
She never dared to rely completely on Ethan.
...
The class ended.
The ladies began presenting their results.
Sophia tasted each offering and gave her comments.
When it was Mrs. Cooper's turn.
The tea aroma was exceptionally clear and refreshing.
"Is this pre-rain Longjing?" Sophia gently inhaled the fragrance.
Mrs. Cooper smiled kindly.
"It's from our family's tea plantation."
Sophia took a sip.
The tea was clear and had a sweet aftertaste.
"Excellent tea."
Mrs. Cooper took a tea canister from her bag.
"Please take some home to enjoy, Teacher Sophia."
Sophia tried to decline but couldn't refuse.
She finally accepted it.
Sylvia Laurent absentmindedly fiddled with her tea set.
Mrs. Brown came over to take a look.
"Let me ask Teacher Sophia to taste your tea."
Before Sylvia Laurent could stop her.
Sophia had already walked over.