When you have something on your mind, you just want someone to talk to. On the weekend, Diana came back. In the afternoon, Sophia pulled her into her room. On the coffee table was a plate of assorted cookies and a pot of Earl Grey tea.
"Afternoon tea time with my sis!" Diana said with a smile.
Since starting her job, Diana had undergone subtle changes. Gone were the student-style shirts and T-shirts in her wardrobe, replaced with professional white blouses, pencil pants, and dark-toned dresses. Although her style remained conservative and a bit old-fashioned, the black, white, and gray tones were safe choices. Combined with her calm, scholarly aura, she now exuded a touch of professional sharpness.
She had also been exposed to more of the world's glitz and glamour. Though she hadn't indulged in every form of entertainment, she had dabbled enough to shed her previous bookish, studious image.
"You haven't tasted my cooking in ages—try it!"