Beside her, there was an apparently luxurious fruit platter, with grapes picked one by one within it. They glittered in the evening glow, seemingly freshly rinsed.
The grapes were so dark purple they almost looked black—round, plump, and very appetizing.
She moved her lips slightly, and suddenly felt an indescribable warmth in her heart.
Ms. Jarvis had said she wouldn't let her eat, yet none were left out and were brought over.
Gradually, her gaze became gentle; indeed, her mom had a sharp tongue but a soft heart.
She faced away, unable to see her stunning features; even just seeing her back lightened her mood.
At this moment, May Sloane opened the door and came in.
Tiana Thorne called her over.
May Sloane walked over and spoke softly, "Tiana, what's wrong?"
"How's Julian Eames?" She was still worried about him.
