The lemon was thrown like the way one tosses a pebble to get someone's attention. But the way Shalin gasped, Lady Miller might as well have shot Sienna with a real gun!
Outside the kitchen window, on the queen bee's back, Ali gasped too, before chuckling.
Sienna rolled her eyes as the lemon rolled away, out the kitchen, through the side door and landing in the soft grass. "Mother, really?"
Mrs. Miller stood with her hands on her hips, the scarf around her neck flapping like a battle flag. "Yes, really! You ignored him Sienna. A mother must never ignore her child, even if he's sulking and ill mannered."
Sienna sighed, reaching for the basket of lemons. "Mother, I am going to make lemonade with honey for the servants. I don't have time to listen to your lectures on this matter."
Mrs. Miller sniffed. "I didn't stop you, making lemonade is fine. But advice is better. And my advice is: talk to your boy."
