Eunice was all praise for Romeo, her words glowing with pride.
Darren, itching with curiosity, chimed in, "Itās just 8 oāclock sharp. Why donāt we invite Romeo over for a bit, maybe offer him a warm cup of tea?"
"Dad, do you want to meet him?"
Just after Eunice finished his words, Belinda exclaimed, "Iād like to meet him too."
"Let me check with Rose and see if Romeo is free," Eunice texted Rosemary.
Rosemary quickly learned that Romeo was nearby and asked him to come over.
As Romeo pulled up to the estate, Martinās car arrived shortly after.
The two men exchanged a glance, both with a shadow crossing their eyes.
Eunice went out to greet Romeo and, spotting Martin, she expressed surprise, "Are you here for Serena?"
"I texted Serena, called her, but got no reply. I heard she had a little drink at the dinner table, so I got some sobering tea prepared in case she couldnāt handle it."
Noting the bottle in his hand, Eunice softened, "She did have a little wine. Come on in."
It warmed her heart to see someone so genuinely concerned for Serena.
"Thanks, Mrs. Griffith."
Martin hurried in, worried about Serena, but remained courteous.
"Romeo, come on in," Eunice said, her authoritative tone mixed with an elderās warmth and gentleness.
"Mrs. Griffith," Romeo greeted her, his arms laden with various gift bags.
Martin glanced at the bags Romeo was carrying and felt a pang of neglect; heād been so focused on Serena that heād forgotten to bring presents to the elders.
"From now on, no gifts when you come here," Eunice said.
Martin looked at her gratefully, his eyes conveying his thanks. Next time, he had to prepare more gifts to show his respect.
"Just wait here for a moment. Darren wants to have a tea party in the garden. Iāll wheel him over and call Rose and Serena too."
"Thanks, Mrs. Griffith," Romeo and Martin said in unison.
Eunice hadnāt been gone long when a servant chased after Serena, calling out, "Serena, Serena."
"Romeo, you came for me." Serena, completely out of her senses, lunged forward, wrapping her arms around a large tree. "I knew you liked me. Romeo, I like you too, so much."
Romeo, sitting beside her, was speechless.
So was Martin.
"Serena, youāre hugging a tree, not Mr. McMillian," the servant pleaded. "Please let go, youāre barely dressed. Let me take you back to your room before you catch a cold."
"Get off me, you tramp! Romeo is mine, donāt even think about seducing him."
Serena slapped the servant hard, leaving her on the brink of tears.
"Romeo, I knew it, you do like me. I always thought, whatās so special about my sister? Sheās so boring, so dull, so cold, she never cares about you, but I do."
Serena nestled into the treeās embrace. "I knew youād choose me in the end. Whatās that? You like me too? You canāt stand my sisterās dullness?"
Martin couldnāt sit still any longer. He strode over, grabbed Serenaās hand, and said, "Youāre drunk. Iāve brought you some sobering tea."
"Let go! Stop dragging me. What are you trying to do in front of Romeo?"



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