It was afternoon, and Rosa was drinking tea with the Empress on the balcony. Isabella was calm, but Rosa was blinking her eyes, nervous, thinking of any reason for the Empress to make a call in her room suddenly. Besides the Empress, there was another guest. She was the only one who sat generally on the balcony. Adela was grinning as she sat with a plate of pastry in front of her. She cut a bit from the cake piece and quickly put it in her mouth.
"This is delicious. What do you think?" Adela addressed the others with her.
Rosa took this chance to distract herself from the nerves.
She mimicked Adela. "This is sweet."
For Rosa, it is hard to explain how the food makes her feel, but it is still like a child for her.
'I need to ask Maria to teach me some words describing food taste.' She thought, frowning.